Padre C.F. Waite of Oakwood, Ont., says there was an ambitious lieutenant who wanted to impress everybody around him with how busy and efficient he was.

He had his name painted on the door to his new office and spread papers on his desk. Hearing footsteps coming down the corridor, he grabbed the telephone and carried on a loud and vigorous conversation: “Yes, sir, I’ll handle that. I’ll pass it along to the general this afternoon. Yes, sir, you can count on me, sir.”

Looking up, he barked at the waiting corporal in the doorway: “And what do you want?”

“To hook up your telephone, sir.”