Of all the b.j.imps that ever put on gray! Mister, all I'm sorry for is that the officer of the day, or the O.C.

didn't trip over your cord! Or the K.C.

himself!" "Now, I want to understand this, sir," contended Cadet Holmes, rising from his mattress and stepping forward.

"I've just been aroused out of a sound sleep, and I find myself with a cord tied to one of my fingers." "Oh, you do, mister ?" jeered Mr.Butler harshly.
"And you, sir, come into this tent and accuse me of something.
What I am anxious to know, sir, is what it is that I am accused of." "See here, mister, I've no more time to waste on a b.j.

beast.
You've spoiled my best white ducks, and, incidentally, my temper.
You compound this by adding more b.j.-ety.