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 d Soldier—I can’t drink the damn stuff. It makes my gut sour.

st Soldier—You been out here too long.

d Soldier—Hell, don’t I know it?

st Soldier—Say, George, can’t you give this gentleman something to fix up his stomach?

Hebrew Wine-seller—I got it right here.

[The third Roman soldier tastes the cup that the wine-seller has mixed for him.]

d Soldier—Hey, what you put in that, camel chips?

Wine-seller—You drink that right down, Lootenant. That’ll fix you up right.

d Soldier—Well, I couldn’t feel any worse.

st Soldier—Take a chance on it. George fixed me up fine the other day.

Wine-seller—You were in bad shape, Lootenant. I know what fixes up a bad stomach.

[The third Roman soldier drinks the cup down.]

d Roman Soldier—Jesus Christ. [He makes a face.]

d Soldier—That false alarm!

st Soldier—Oh, I don’t know. He was pretty good in there to-day.