DIFFERENT.

War Wit, Volume 1, Issue 4, 1 May 1941, Page 12

DIFFERENT.

“Good heavens!” yelled the drill instructor to the stout Local Defence Volunteer. “Go sharper.” “I can’t go sharper. I’m tired.” “Tired? After ten minutes! Why man, the Romans used to do this sort of thing for a couple of hours.” „ “Dare say they did,” growled the perspiring volunteer. “But I’m not a Roman —I’m a Wesleyan.” * * *

Old Lady: So you’re a minesweeper, are you? And where do you sweep the mines? Cautious Sailor: Oh, just around the top of them, lady; where the dust settles. ❖ * * “That’s fine,” said a man, whose friend was showing him the family dugout. “Table, chairs and a case of the best. But what’ the idea of the x old tin kettle hanging in the corner?” - “Oh, that,” said the other, “is ♦where we put the canary if there’s a raid.”