UP until the early 90's, depending on where you worked in my job, some places did old fashioned roll calls.
This consisted of The Sergeant calling your name as you stood up in rank and file and read off your assignment. Then you marched out of the roll call room and stood at attention in front of "THE DESK". At this point the lieutenant would instruct the Sgt to inspect us before turning out. 2 random items maybe shined shoes and a working flashlight. The the lieutenant would give us some words of wisdom and off we would go. This one time the LT got up, mind you he had to be in his late 50's looked about 80, started yelling and cursing at us about how we looked terrible and should be ashamed at our appearance. It was a midnight shift , he came from behind the desk and was wearing a uniform shirt, tie, and when he emerged from behind the desk he was wearing only a gun belt and boxer shorts with black socks and shoes. We were Howling , he was not a joker type of guy. He wanted to lighten the mood as we were in a very busy area(euphemism for a bad neighborhood, where shoot outs were all too common). If the Captain was working I dont know if he would have been amused, but almost 30 years later it still puts a smile on my face.
Sadly he was killed by a drunk driver several years later, coming home from mass on new years morning.