SAD STORY.

War Wit, Volume 1, Issue 6, 1 July 1941, Page 12

SAD STORY.

In a south-western district a German plane came over and dropped high explosive and incendiary bombs. Some of the latter fell in the drawing-room, some in the garden and others round about. A highly respected person (call him Mr. Legg, for short), having dealt with those in the house and garden, was bending over one that had fallen in the road when it suddenly flared up. Mr. Legg straightened up and to his alarm found a gun pointed by two or three home guards in his back. “Who are you ? What are you doing?” they asked. “ Where’s z your identity card?” . “Don’t usually carry my identity card in my pyjamas,” said Mr. Legg, “ and as for what I’m doing, I’m clearing up the mess.” “ Oh, no, ’ you weren’t,” said the home guards, “we saw you, you were a-lighting of incendiary bombs!” ♦ * * •