The Home Defence Column

Camp News, Volume 1, Issue 48, 8 November 1940, Page 3

The Home Defence Column

If the Q.M. had his way There’d be no clothing, issue of, On any day. * * ♦ ♦ Once an M.P.always an M.P. *•* * * Last issue I slugged the Provost Corps . . . this week I give the other side of the story. . . words fail me to describe the low-lown rat of a digger who lets his pals down. Ask the Guard who owns one! * ♦ ♦ • TENTS—(Modern Style) Wind blows God knows why. I’ll buy! Tent pole bent . . . Gust! Bust \ Tent went. * ' * . * * Oh well .... * * * ♦ “McClusky” of No. 11 Post is suffering from a badly broken neck by heck, —sustained whilst dismounting a most unorthodox manner from the local mustang. * * * ♦

A certain Paymaster (a most religious man) had the misfortune to be driven, during the course of his pay rounds, up the heights of a local mountain from whence can be obtained a magnificent view. Upon alighting at the summit, he wiped his brow and was heard to murmur faintly: “Thank you, Corporal Bobb” when looking down on the city added “ —and thank God!” Must have meant the view, yes, no? 5{C * * * QUARTERMASTER, SUICIDE OF Our Q.M., who’s name rhymes with “sighin’ ” And who spends all his time decrying Soldiers who pest And give him no rest Says: “This belt, waist, round my neck I’ll be tyin’!”