Haiti was in the midst of a revolution.
As a phase of it two armed bodies were approaching each other so that a third was about to be caught between them.
The commander of the third party saw the predicament. On the right government troops, on the left insurgents.
"General, why do you not give the order to fire?" asked an aide, dashing up on a lame mule.
"I would like to," responded the general, "but, Great Scott! I can't remember which side we're fighting for."
At a reception given by the Daughters of the Revolution in New York City appeared a woman from one of the Latin-American States. She wore a large number of decorations and insignia. It was explained that she was a Daughter of all two hundred and thirty-eight revolutions in her own country.