He came down here to drum for Uncle Sam, but they wouldn't have him.

They said he was too short an' fat." "Fatty Shaw!" The drummer held his sides with his hands while he laughed, and then dropped down on a convenient rock.

The officer in charge of the file of soldiers shook him by the shoulder, though he was laughing too.
"Get up," he said.

"What kind of a minstrel show is this ?" "Frank Shaw!" roared the drummer, paying no attention to the order.

"He got sore because I told him I'd enlisted as a drummer and lit out.