NO EXPERT.

War Wit, Volume 1, Issue 7, 1 August 1941, Page 1

NO EXPERT.

There had been a lot of complaints about the; tucker, but the sergeant cook took no notice of them, and continued to slap it up in his usual unappetising style. Holding a dixie full of stew one day, “Mulga” poked it under the babbler’s nose and asked: “What the Devil’s that in my soup “Don’t ask me,” said, the cook. “I don’t know one insect from another.” * * * “I wish these flamin’ guns had silencers on ’em — the rat-tat-tat makes me homesick!” Reminds me of lying in bed while the rent collector was givin’ the door-knocker the works!”