HOSPITAL HUMOUR.

Taranaki Herald, Volume LXV, Issue 145941, 26 September 1917, Page 6

HOSPITAL HUMOUR.

Excellent stories from the hospitals and trenches are to be found in “Happy Through Wounded,” the book of the Third London General Hospital, which has just been published. The following are typical stones:— Private Blank, having been discharged, goes back to his ward to bid farewell to the sister. Well, goodbye, sister. I can’t thank you for all your kindness; hut if ever there was a Fallen Angel, it’s you!” . In connection with a “certain little creature which, because of our now familiarity with life in the dug-outs, has become so “domesticated” that allusions to its existence are no longer improper,” a good story is told: — A Cockney Tommy, whose; boots wore dropping off, called to a friend in the neighbouring trench, and the following dialogue ensued; — “Got any lices over there?” ‘Garn! We’re a clean trench, we are!” “I don’t mean lousy lices ; I mean boot lices.”