I COULDN’T KEEP FROM LAUGHING

Arawa Guerilla, Issue 16, 1 July 1943, Page 9

I COULDN’T KEEP FROM LAUGHING

The hit of H.Q. concert was a laughing song with topical verses. Unfortunately, the best verses were too libellous for publication, but here are one or two of the more polite ones. The verses are attributed to our “Arthur”’ acting in collusion with his wife.

We’ve come to tell the story Of Rotorua camp, Of reputations gory, Of many a bleedin’ ramp. In the next compartment someone quacks: “I tell you it’s no bloomer, It’s going to be a camp for WAACS.” That’s another S.H. rumour.

I couldn’t keep from laughing, etc., etc.

The other day a lad did play With bayonet, silly chump, And Major Day got in the way And got it in the rump. And ere his yell had died away, The ground with blood was plaster’d, And Acky Day was heard to say: “Please be more careful, George.”

We went lo Capt. Neesham To tell our tale of woe, I We thought we would beseech him, Our funds were getting low. For all our kit deficiencies, They totalled nine pounds ten; He answered: “Boys, take what you please, You needn’t sign for them.”

Each day our Capt. Beveridge Goes out upon the prowl For matches, germs, old porridge, And everything that’s foul. They say that once, ’twas very odd, A sewer pipe did jam, They hauled the stoppage out, my God! ’Twas Sanitary Sam.

“Better to die on your feet than live forever on your knees.” —Passionaria.

Diplomacy is the art of letting the other person have your way.

This was a windy hole at times during the month. We are surrounded by acres and acres of pumice dust. Half of it would blow past during the morning and the other half during the afternoon. Next day the wind would change and the dust would go back to its original position.