Salt Spray.

Huntly Press and District Gazette, Volume 4, 17 September 1915, Page 3

Salt Spray.

Portholes over bunks in demand. Water, water everywhere, but not a drop to wash with. There’s nothing like going to sea to bring out what’s in a man. C. B. on board ship appears to be synonymous with scrubbing decks at Trentham. Rumoured that a well-known medical officer was seen roaming round the decks after the appendicitis operations on Sunday with razor in one hand and lassoo in the other. The taste of blood, etc.— Re the Tower of Babel, —Will the owners of the six gramaphones, two accov'deons, and 63 mouth organs, who inhabit C and D decks, kindly arrange for separate days for thejr varied and interesting recitals ? Music hath charms, but “Redwing,” “ The Marseillaise,” “ Tosti’s Good-bye ” and “ Row Row, Row,” when taken together, are quite indigestible, especially in the Great Australian Bight, Scene: One of the lower decks. Soldiers busily engaged at porthole. Enter the Major and the Captain oil"ship inspection duty. Major : “ Well, my lad, cloaning the porthole ?” My Lad: No sir,’ polishing the brass.” Overheard on C. dock: First body snatcher, as smart young officer trips by. Them’s decent braces lie’s wearin’, Bill. Second ditto: “ Braces, be biowed. Thems's not braces. Them’s the proper active service Sain Browns. Ail the Otago officers wear them, see.” Sister (writing letter to brother at the front) : “ And hae ye onyfching else to say, faither ?”

Father Ay ! Tell Donal’ that if ho conies over yon German waiter that gaed us a bad saxpence for change when we had a bit dinner in Dunedin a while syne, tell him —tae —tak — steady aim.” Tommy (writing home from a German prison camp): Dear Maria, everythmk ’ere is lovely : Comfortable quarters : fine cloes;a’ome from ’oma. Bill, who was of a differing opinion, was shot yesterday.