It was a filthy day. The recruits were dumb. Private Smith the dumbest of them all. The sergeant strode up to him. “ What was your job in civil life?” he barked. “Bank clerk,” replied Smith. “ I suppose,” sneered the sergeant, “ you dusted the desks and washed out the ink wells and made nice cups of tea for the manager?” “ Oh, no, sir,” replied Smith. “Wc kept an old sergeant for those jobs.” “ AVhen a friend tries to borrow a fiver you can’t spare, what should you do?” asks a correspondent. There are various methods, but, to cut a long story short, the best thing is to cut a short story very short.
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Evening Star, Issue 23565, 2 May 1940, Page 10
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112Page 10 Advertisements Column 2 Evening Star, Issue 23565, 2 May 1940, Page 10
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