A Gentleman recently retnraetl from liulia writes to an English paper: “ jaO, Daring the first few months of soonmy slay 1 did not know a word of'Hiudustani. A Mohammedan gentleman o£ very good position, old family, but feeble powers of conversation, used to come and call about once a week and sit on for nearly two hours. It began to get live some, so I asked a friend (who I did not know was a practical joker) what I should do. He told me—which is true —that native visitors wait on till they are dismissed politely, and he said, “If you say ' Jao, soor,’ he will go at once.” When the Mohammedan next paid me a visit I followed my friend’s advice to the letter, and the visitor left. It was his last visit. I afterwards learnt that I had said “ Go, pig,” and that pig is the most opprobrious epithet you can use to anyone of the Mohammedan faith 1

In a regimental examination in France recently non - commissioned A officers were asked to state how

stiff many pigs would be needed to question’, keep a battalion supplied with food for a day. As for thoir suncriors, the questions addressed to them were equally queer. Hero is one specimen. “You are quartered in a town in which there is a menagerie. A lion escapes and runs through the street. What would you do?” The correct answer was that the officer would first of all proceed to a butcher’s shop and procure a large piece of beef. Then accompanied by four crack shots, he would sally forth in search of the wild beast, to which, when found, he would present the meat. While the lion was devouring the beef the four marksmen would each put a bullet into the animal, and all would be over.
