JOLTED.

War Wit, Volume 1, Issue 5, 1 June 1941, Page 4

JOLTED.

While Hitler strode, with boast and bray, A fearsome brimstone-eater, He met a youngster one fine day, A boy they call King Peter. He met that kid, and got a shock, For Peter means, and is, a rock. We are not asked to state that, in anticipation of enemy raids, the pubs are contemplating having their own dugouts. ❖ * *

The rookie was cleaning his rifle, and looked up to see a shadowy figure approaching. “Hey, you,” he demanded, “give me a hand with this pull-through.” The aid was given, and the rookie looked up to discover himself in the presence of a colonel! “Oh, I beg yer pardon, sir,” he chattered, as he jumped up with his knees shaking. “It’s all right, buddy,” said the colonel. “But it’s fortunate I wasn’t a sergeant.” ** * f The last war was fought to make the world safe for democracy, and the democracies won. what ?