THIN STORY.

War Wit, Volume 1, Issue 6, 1 July 1941, Page 15

THIN STORY.

Recruit was timid, apologetic, and extraordinarily thin. “I’ve been sent,” he told the Sarge, “to help clean the rifles, but I’m afraid I shan’t be of much use.” “Oh, come in,” said our Sarge, looking the specimen up and down. We’ll pull you through,/somehow.” And he wondered why the old Diggers laughed!”

I MALICE AFORETHOUGHT. “Blue” joined the Army as a truck driver but he couldn’t handle 1 the big lorries very well, and one day he bowled the Major over as he was driving through the camp. Officer spring to his feet and told “Blue” off. “Where the hell are you going?” he spluttered. “Are you blind?” “Blind?” No blikin’ fear! I hit you, didn’t I?” said “Blue.”- * * * ' • ■ ■■' ’ . • Start now! We don’t want to have. to build them helter skelter.