It was the eve of Waterloo, and the British troops were lined up on parade. The inspecting Seargeant was the terror of every man in the regiment except a certain Sam Small, a Lancashire man. Sam dropped his musket as the Sergeant passed.
"Pick it oop!" roared the Sergeant.
"Seein' as thou knocked it out of me 'and," said Sam, "p'raps thou'll pick the thing oop instead."
A Lieutenant, and after him a Captain, a Major and a Colonel all came up to see what the fuss was about. Sam was adamant. " 'E knocked it down. Reckon 'e picks it oop or it...