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Evening Star, Issue 23745, 28 November 1940, Page 10

The recruits were given clothes and kit at the barracks. They were then paraded for inspection by the sergeant. “ Any complaints?” asked the sergeant. “Yes,” spoke up one recruit. “ What is it?” “ It’s my trousers.” “ What’s the matter with them? 1

can’t see anything wrong with them.” “ Perhaps you can’t see anything wrong with them, but I can feel something wrong. They’re chafing me under my arms.” Two young sailors home on leave were driving along a narrow street when a policeman halted them. “ You can’t come down here,” he snapped. “ One-way street.” The, driver of the car began to turn down a side street. “Not there, either!” barked the arm of the law. “No left-hand turn.” The driver was completely bewildered. “ But which way can we go?” he asked. The policeman turned his back. So he turned to his friend and said: “Well, what do wo do now, John?” “ Scuttle her!” came the prompt retort.