TRY A SMILE
Boss: That boy of yours is a good worker, Hori! ; ■_ X < Hori: Yairs, poor boy! He bin a bit soft in de plurry ’ead! 1 t /! Z '. * ' * * * * / Old Officer: So you’ll be carrying on the Dad’s work, eh ? ~ New Digger: I hope so, sir— was a two-up king! , * * * * “Dear, Jim,” wrote the fond mother to her son, who had joined the Army, “I hope you’ll remember to be punctual in getting up in the morning and not keep the battalion waiting breakfast for you.”
ARMY FORMS. “Now,” said the instructor, who was taking an Air Force trainee on. his first flight, “we are going to rise to 20,000 feet. If anything should-go 'wrong, you have only to jump out, pull the rip cord of the parachute trapped on 'to your shoulders, and you will float safely to earth.” \ “But,” ventured his pupil,. rather nervously, “supposing the parachute doesn’t open?” “In that case,” said the instructor, smiling reassuringly, “all you have to do is to fill in the prescribed form for complaints and present it to the officer of the day.”
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Camp News, Volume 1, Issue 36, 16 August 1940, Page 3
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183TRY A SMILE Camp News, Volume 1, Issue 36, 16 August 1940, Page 3
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