It's no use of you a-stoppin' of me, I'm agoin' to tell 'em all about it, I am," and then with a great clatter a private soldier comes bungling on the stage, tunic open, hair all over the place, and cap at the back of his head.

"Beg parding, sir," he says to the officer in the front row, "but these here manoeuvres has all been conducted wrong, they have, and I warn't to tell the company how they ought to have been managed.

Now if I had had the runnin' of this concern, and not the Field-Marshal, I should have first of all"-- etc.

etc.

The audience yells with delight, and if Baden-Powell really should show up, in his own inimitable fashion, the mistakes of a general (which, by the way, he is quite capable of doing), the audience and the general too, if he is there, laugh all the more.
Men go to him with their private cares and troubles.