The Ten Most Conspicuous Things I Saw During The 10 Bouts

Observation Post, Volume 1, Issue 4, 12 June 1942, Page 1

The Ten Most Conspicuous Things I Saw During The 10 Bouts

. (By Sool M. On.) NOTE: To save ill-feeling the contestants, in each case have been described as A. and B. To add a little confusion to the issue I have not made my comments in the, order in which events happened. 1. A made a blind swing at B and *' missed. As the leather, with arm attached, passed the Colonel face, he, the Colonel, shivered and turned up his coat collar to avoid the draught. . 2. B went for an uppercut on A. It started from behind his back somewhere, glanced off the floor, grazed A’s knee and finally embedded itself under A’s left arm-pit. 3. B swung a low one at A and it connected somewfiere between the

Officers Mess and the water tower. 4. A rushed B to the ropes. B rushed A to the ropes. Up to this point I gave it as a draw. I forget who finally won. 5. A slammed an open-hander into B which sounded like someone pouring a bucket of water on to the street from four stories up. 6. A made a swing at B which fortunately missed. Had It connected B’s head would now be forming part of a road black down Shannon way. ? . '| 7. B rushed A and embraced him. The 1 referee stepped in just in time to save foul play. 8. B feinted with his left. A feinted with his right. Then they reversed . the process— they both fainted together. 9. A gave B a charming smile, but it didn’t work, for B replied with a dirty left which took the smile off A’s face. 10. B stopped for a breather. A immediately took advantage of the lull and had a breather too. Altogether it was a breathless bout. Hitler .was conversing with his head men when one of them remarked: “1 hear they’re starting another campaign against malaria.” ‘‘And high time, too,” snarled Adolf. ‘ ‘ The way these Malarians have been treating our German minority is something terrible! <s>■ $> <s> A man took his daughter on a trip to London. They went to one of those plays that .made father blush a bit. ‘‘l’m sorry, Dorothy, that I brought you here,” he said. ‘‘This is hardly a play for a girl of your age.” ‘‘Oh, that’s all right, Dad. It’ll probably liven up a bit before the end. ’ ’ <s> & <®> Choirboy (to vicar): ‘‘The choir is organising a cricket team, sir, and we wondered if you would lend us the bats which the verger says you have in the belfry. ” <s>.<s> * | ‘‘For Heaven’s sake, wrote Tommy Ito his wife, ‘‘don’t send any more of those nagging letters while I’m at the -front. I want to fight this bloomin’ war lin peace.”