A Fine Sight!

The sergeant-instructor was taking a class of backward recruits in musketry drill.

“Private Smithers,” he said, with some wrath, “I just told you to take a fine sight and you at once did the opposite.”

“Did I, sergeant?” murmured Smithers nervously.

“Yes, you did,” snapped the sergeant.

“You ought to know by now what a fine sight is. What is a fine sight, anyway?”

The recruit looked thoughtful.

“A very large ship full of sergeant instructors sinking in the middle of Cleveland Bay,” He returned.