RECIPROCITY.

War Wit, Volume 1, Issue 4, 1 May 1941, Page 9

RECIPROCITY.

An officer in our unit, son of a former Mayor of ; one of New Zealand’s towns, and an Oxford blue and all that, has earned notoriety, if not fame, for biting sarcasm, and many chaps have squirmed as the result of his cutting comments. Naturally, there is high glee when the “biter is bitten.” One such occasion arose when he baited a Lance-Corporal who, to the “quarter bloke,” has charge of issues of Comfort Fund supplies. ~ “Corporal,” said our gallant officer, “I think it’s time I had another issue of soap from the Comfort Fund.” “You had the last issue, Sir,” returned the Corporal, “but there is a razor blade due to you and here it is,” he said, handing it across. ‘I will make you a present of it, Corporal,” said the officer, “for from what I see some mornings, you are rather short of razor blades.” “Thank you, Sir,” said the imperturbable lance-jack, “and may**! reciprocate by offering you my cake of soap.” * * *