SMILES THAT’LL LARN IT! The militiaman was doing his first sentry-go in the country. And when a pheasant got up, and nobody seemed near, he took a nice aim and dropped the bird. The Colonel appeared round a field corner. Gazing at the dead pheasant, with a triumphant air of unconsciousness that anybody was near, he said: “Try to peck me, would yer?” * * * * . Fed-up, the evacuees were on their way to Sunday School—and they could think of many more jolly things to do. “I’ll tell you what, Bill,” said one. “Let’s toss up and let that decide. If it comes down heads we go fishing. If it comes down tails we’ll play football . . . and if it comes down on its edge we’ll go to Sunday School.” * * * * “Ah, Elsie, it’s fine to be married to an officer —such a beautiful uniform, and so many decorations!” “Yes, and besides that, he’ll have a band at his funeral.”
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Camp News (Northern Command), Volume 1, Issue 4, 24 May 1940, Page 6
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