QUITE EASY.

War Wit, Volume 1, Issue 7, 1 August 1941, Page 15

QUITE EASY.

Young Joe had never seen the sea in his life until he came to Sydney to enlist. Even then he saw it only from a beach when he was on leave. It was not until he boarded the transport that ,he had any real sea experience. The transport had been outside Sydney Heads for only half-an-hour when Joe felt very ill. He walked into one of the saloons and threw himself down on a lounge and felt too sick to move. “ Why not go up on deck or go to your cabin if you don’t feel well,” an officer advised, noticing the young man’s distress. “ Just can’t be bothered,” Joe managed to answer. “ But you can’t be sick here in the saloon, man,” the officer told him. “ Can’t ?” Joe replied, “ Watch!” * * * “ I don’t see much difference between you and a damn fool!” “ No—l should say about one pace!” * ’t * * It was at a camp concert to which visitors had been invited. Men of all ranks contributed to the programme, and every item was well received. ’ Most popular of all, however, were the comic songs rendered by a rather stout ser-geant-major. He was encored again and again. “Who is that man?” asked a lady sitting next ,to “ Nugget ” in the front row. “ That’s our sergeant-major,” “ Nugget • told her. “ Hasn’t he a tremendous repertoire?” she said.

“ Yairs,” drawled “ Nugget.” “ They reckon it was the beer he used to drink ,in his young days that gave him such a big, er-what-i..-you-said, Lady; but he’s getting it down a bit with exercise.” * * * 1 “ Wine with meals ” should be plonk in every party’s platform.