TOWN TALK FROM 203

28th Heavy News, Volume 1, Issue 3, 25 December 1942, Page 6

TOWN TALK FROM 203

We hear the 2 i/c has a new Theme Song - •The Flowers that Bloom on the Jeep J tra la”. Seeking coconuts and Hula girls he strayed off the beaten track. Deep in the heart of Naiouli Land he was espied dallying with the local talent. Coypopinees (shielas to you) ogled the gallant ♦Capting’ as he strode through the village square, -and the ’Capt ing’ was not backward* ‘And then*'*— he claims he wanted to take photographs 1 Reminds us of the story about coming in to see the etchings. * , We have it on good authority that ’Dolly’ Grey at the close of ’.the present unseemly brawl min the Pacific*intends to open a country store in the backblocks of LT. Z/ At present he is serving an apprenticeship at ♦Bamboo Bungholo l handing out rations’ of cigs*, candy and matches-. He has a deft hand with a cake of soap and is studying the life story of Eb and Zeb. The. firn of Middleton & Muddleton, ’Architects* Builders & Purveyors of all sorts of nonsense wish it to be known • . that any building contracts .will be mirthfully received. Their motto is — ’We build ’em - You knock ’em down.if you dare) Come and have your shower inside the house. "g . Home was never like this’..(Allright -- Don’t say it.) A notable occurcncc .at ’Mosquito Meadows * the scenic resort infested by C Troop was the arrival of a Tp.Sgt ’Silly .with the .Music’". Clutched in one hand was an accordeon, in the .other a trombone and in the other a bugle. He. is . fitting a broom stick to, his chassis and will sweep out the Orderly Room each day. \ Rumour has it that two Troop Commanders are looking for / the soldier who camo-flaged hissclf away”. They need him* Last Saturday there was a sound of revelry by night,. . The ale -- the beer — the PLONK. had arrived. .Emerging-" ■ from a' cloud of - forms and.' flinging:' coupons and instructions to right and left in‘gay'confusion* mine' host at one ’Naiouli Arms’ set forth, foaming flagons of ale and stoups of lager. laughter, beer, and jollity flowed gaily through the sylvan glades. Asked by the Mad Newshound why he was pouring his beer., down the gonophone a bombardier replied that he was cutting out the middleman* ■♦ • m m* ■**■» h* ******** •* a* ***»■***•<»■••*•••» ••