DIGS AT DIGGERS

Camp News (Northern Command), Volume 1, Issue 27, 1 November 1940, Page 6

DIGS AT DIGGERS

The Home Defence Column

BU'CK-eiIUVrABLt 40.

; A Lively Column of Soldiers’ Wit and [ | Gossip, Collected, Compiled and Con- > tributed by "One-of-the-Boys” l .? ■; I - V r 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. * *>■?** r Last issue I slugged the Provost t Corps . . . this week I give the other t side of the story. . . words fail me to ( describe the low-lown rat of a digger r who lets his pals down. Ask the , Guard who owns one! I * * * ♦ > TENTS—(Modern Style) ; Wind blows > God knows why. I’ll buy! .' Tent . I pole r bent . . . ; Gust! ; Bust Tent , I . went. I >j4 ♦ 1 Oh well .... * * * ♦ ; “McClusky” of No. 11 Post is suf- ■ fering from a badly broken neck — ' by heck, eh?sustained whilst dis- ! mounting in a most unorthodox manr ner from the local mustang. I ♦ : A certain Paymaster (a most relig- : ious 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 ob- ; tained 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? ***.♦■ 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’!” * * * ♦ It was 0030 hours and the ’phone rang with an ungodly jangle that was startlingly emphasized by the silence of the night. The Orderly Sarg., who had retired as per instructions at 2300 hours, lept out of bed, onto the cold floor and ran, barefooted, to answer the darn thing. “Army Department,” he snapped. “Oh, hello” came the distant voice. “Excuse me, but could you give me some information?” “Yes, what is it?” “Well, as a matter of fact, I’m just cleaning my equipment and I can’t remember whether the bayonet scabbard is made black or brown. What colour should it be? “PINK!” snarled the Orderly Sarg, as he slammed the receiver up.