BUT WHAT OF THE HEN?

War Wit, Volume 1, Issue 8, 1 September 1941, Page 4

BUT WHAT OF THE HEN?

“An Australorp entered by Mr. P. C. M. McCooey, of Carlingford, won- the grand championship, also the trophy for the highest score, in the Lithgow egg-laying competition, which covered 353 days. Mr. McCooey’s score was 274 eggs, averaging 260 z. a dozen.” —“S. M. Herald,” Sydney. * * * f An Irish soldier in France during the last war received a letter from his wife saying there was not an able bodied man left, so she was going to dig the garden herself. Pat wrote back beginning his letter: “Bridget for heaven’s sake don’t dig the garden. That’s where the guns are.” ’ The letter was duly censored, and in a short time a lorry load of men in khaki arrived at Pat’s house and proceeded to dig the garden from end to end. Bridget wrote back in desperation, saying she did not know what to do, as the soldiers had dug up every bit of the garden. Pat’s .reply was short and to the point, “Put in spuds.” * * * “What do you think of this war?” asked the-.recruit.

“I think it’s a wait-and-see war!” replied his-companion. “What do,you mean by that?” “Well, Goering’s got the weight, and Churchill’s got the sea!” * sjc *