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Camp News (Northern Command), Volume 1, Issue 6, 7 June 1940, Page 3

* * * * ,d X. . “Can’t that’soldier of yours say goodnight?” barked the girl’s father at the top of the stairs, at 2 o’clock in i the morning. “Yes, father, beautifully!” she cooed. J•- . " > - ■ ■ • ■. I <1 * * * * The earnest but short-sighted officer was on kit inspection in a not too well lighted barrack room. Somebody had left a mop leaning against the foot of a bed. “Sergeant!” roared the officer. “Sir?” asked the sergeant. “See that man has his hair cut at i once.” * * * * . i THE TANK BUMPED. Into the path of a line of tanks rumbling through the village stepped | a distressed old lady. With a clank, clank, the line pulled up, and stepping to the side of the leading tank the ' lady called to the driver: “Young man, did you notice a halfpound of butter up the. road? I’ve dropped it.” “Gawd, missus,” came the reply, “now you mentions it, I remember as ’ow I did feel a bit of a bump.” ♦ * * ♦ - General: What would you do if the corporal’s head were blown off in battle ? Soldier: Nothing. General: Why not? Solider: Because I’m the corporal.