Talking about being bald and the war reminds me of the night Walters and I---- By the way, where is Walters to-night ?" "Sick," put in the Colonel, straightening up exultantly.

"I waxed him three straight games last night.

You won't see him again till spring.
Skunked him once, and beat him twice." "Oh, git out." "Hear the old seed twitter!" "Did you ever notice, gentlemen, how lying and baldness go together ?" queried Foster, reflectively.
"No! Do they ?" "Invariably.

I've known many colossal liars, and they were all as bald as apples." The Colonel was getting nervous, and was so slow that even Gordon (who could sit and stare at the board a full half hour without moving) began to be impatient.
"Come, Colonel, marshal your forces a little more promptly.

If you're going at me _echelon_, sound y'r bugle; I'm ready." "Don't worry," answered the Colonel, in his calmest nasal.