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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

"What do you think of my sergeant?"
"Fine," replied Barry. "Where did you get him?"
"What? Look at him!"
"I am. Pretty natty sergeant he makes, too."
"Let's go out there, and I'll introduce him."
As they crossed the parade ground, the sergeant dropped his military
tone and proceeded to explain in his ordinary voice some details in
connection with the drill. Barry, catching the sound of his voice,
stopped short.
"You don't mean it, Captain Neil! Not dad, is it?"
"Nobody else," said Captain Neil. "Wait a minute. Wait and let's watch
him at his work."
For some time they stood observing the work of the new sergeant. Barry
was filled with amazement and delight.
"What do you think of him?" inquired Captain Neil.
But Barry made no reply.
"My company sergeant major got drunk," continued Captain Neil. "I had no
one to take the drill. I asked your father to take it. He nearly swept
us off our feet. In consequence, there he stands, my company sergeant
major, and let me tell you, he will be the regimental sergeant major
before many weeks have passed, or I'm a German.


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