This little fellow had at first hidden behind his mother, but, at a sign from her, approached the gentleman.

He noticed the child only when a small fist pushed itself forcibly into his closed right hand.
"Please forgive the rather aggressive greeting of my small son," begged the mother.
"Oh, here is another, still.

I knew there was a smaller one," exclaimed the dismayed visitor.

"Well, boy, what is your name ?" "Mux," was the reply.
The gentleman looked questioningly at the mother.
"That is the name his brother and sisters have given him and the one which seems to have remained quite permanently," she replied.

"His name is really Marcus and he is just five years old." "Well, well, and what do you want to be when you grow up, my young friend ?" asked Mr.Schaller.
"An army general," unhesitatingly replied the small boy.