Dad's Advice

It was early on a froig morning, and as Buck Privatc Jim Jones walked his beat on sentry duty well out from thc edge of camp, he puffed joyously and contentedly on his PiPe.

Srlddenly he saw the Colonel turning the corner near' est him, and quick as thought thc pipe was whipped out of his mouth, and into his pocket. The Colonel approached, and there was a look in that keen eye that Buck Privatc Jim Joncs did not likc.

"Your name, soldier?" asked the Colonel, crisply.

"Private Jim Jones, of Company J, Sir," replied the sentry.

"flave you a pipe, Joncs?" asked the Colonel.

"Ycs Sir," replicd Jones.

"Let me see it?" said the Colonel, holding out his hand.