Freddy goes to Rifle Corps.
Sister Emily. “Oh! here you are, Freddy! Why, what’s the matter with your face, Dear,- how miserable you look?”
Freddy. “Boo-hoo.- Cousin Harry says they won’t take me into his Rifle Corps, because my whiskers haven’t grown.”
[So the brave Boy has resorted to a popular but objectionable forcing process.
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