Gunga Din Page #4

requests the pleasure...

"of Sgt. Archibald Cutter's company

at a"...

What's that?

"...betrothal dance preceding her marriage

to Sgt. Thomas Ballantine.

"8:
00 p.m. Friday." That's tonight.

I worried so about you, dear,

while you were away.

Perfectly awful things

must have happened at Tantrapur.

It was rather touch and go there for a bit.

- You haven't told me yet about it yourself.

- No, I haven't, have I?

I had to give my undivided attention

to the repairing of the wires.

Cutter and MacChesney

should have watched out for the enemy...

but they were off chasing butterflies

or something like that.

I finally got the detachment to the river,

and we dived in and escaped.

Tommy, you're so marvelous.

That's all there is to it, I suppose.

On the last roof

we almost lost MacChesney.

His great elephant hoof

crashed through and stuck.

- How did you get him out?

- We had to saw his leg off at the hip.

If you don't believe me,

just look behind that shrub.

Save some for the elephant.

Destroy the evidence.

- Stand guard, will you?

- Yeah.

Never mind that, Sergeant. Stand easy.

- Good evening, Colonel.

- Evening, Stebbins.

- Good evening, Major.

- How are you?

No formality.

We just dropped in

to wish little Emmy the best of luck.

That's very nice of you, sir.

I'll bring Emmy to you.

- Looks like a jolly party, Sergeant.

- Yes, sir. Very jolly, sir.

Is that a punch bowl you're shutting out?

Is that punch?

Some peoples calls it a punch, sir,

but I calls it swill.

Nonsense. Stebbins is famous

for his punch. Have a spot?

Rather.

Excuse me, sir.

I wouldn't touch it if I were you, sir.

Too watery, sir. Besides,

it'll rust in the lining of your stomach.

- We'll be the judge of that.

- Wait, sir. There's a fly.

- I don't see a fly.

- Neither do I.

There it is, sir. It just dove under the ice.

I'll get the little nipper in half a jiffy.

I got him.

Hear him? Humming like a beehive.

He's gone.

Ain't that a shame? There he goes.

Come along, Mitchell.

I think we'll forget the punch.

Tommy, you know we have

Sgt. Higginbotham to thank...

for your being let out of the expedition.

That's right.

The Colonel says I'm the only man

sharp enough...

- to replace Sgt. Ballantine.

- That's very flattering.

I'm only glad to be so some help in,

shall we say, Cupid's service.

One thing I can promise...

with Cutter and MacChesney about,

you won't have one dull moment.

I've got a feeling they don't like me

very much. It's just as well.

- The army's no place for sentiment, I says.

- That's right.

Excuse me.

I've got a pebble in my left boot.

Hello, Higginbotham.

- How would you like to come with me?

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