“OSSIFERS”

Arawa Guerilla, Issue 8, 1 November 1942, Page 8

“OSSIFERS”

WE note that several new sentry-boxes are in course of construction. Does the Major propose to put one beside each hole in the fence? Captain Janies, after a brief spell of furlough, is once more rotating rapidly up to his eyebrows. “Yes,” he remarked last week, “I’m like a one-armed paperhanger in a high wind' with an itchy nose and a pair of broken braces.” Mr. Macneil is looking very fit after his commando excursion. He certainly proved himself an expert on smelling out means of internal warmth and on parlour tricks. We condole with Mr. Whyman, who, we ' understand, was a trifle seedy one recent Sunday morning. Why, man, surely you can take it! On a recent Wednesday afternoon, Mr. Ingle joined a foot squad for P.T., but was smartly spun when ordered by the instructor to remove shoes and socks. “You look in a very bad way, indeed,” he said. Diminutive Mr. Herdson, another new arrival, deceptively conceals a' palpitating mass of surging dynamic energy beneath a sawn-off exterior. Also always ready to oblige. Have a word, son, with Mr. Herdson.