WHY WORRY?

War Wit, Volume 1, Issue 9, 1 October 1941, Page 11

WHY WORRY?

Convoy of Australian and New Zealand troops was following its every-changing course somewhere in the Red Sea. In the restricted quarters of many of what the boys termed “Hell” ships, permission had been granted by the respective C.O.’s for men to sleep on the decks and hatchways, the stipulation being absolutely NO smoking. About 3 o’clock in the morning huddled forms began to stir. Sound of running feet was audible between decks. Way ,up for’ard some 10 or 12 Queenslanders slumbered undisturbed. Seeing flashes of flame and fire on the starboard bow meant nothing to them. “Hey, Harry,” an anxious voice cried, “there’s an air raid on.” “Well, what the hell do you expect, me to do?” was the rejoinder. “I’m not a flamin’ ack ack gun.”

Some hours after a raid Jones rang up the local police to tell them he had an incendiary bomb in his back garden. A police inspector told him it wouldn’t do any harm; but Jones, not reassured, again rang up the police. The inspector 'went round to Jones’s house and found the bomb was not an incendiary, but a high explosive of the delayed-action type. . “You didn’t sleep in your house last night, did you?” the inspector asked. “Not likely!” was the reply, “I went next door!” * * *

» ' “Give me a shave and a shampoo.” “All right. And, by the way, I understand you’ve been going out with my wife.” “Just make it a shampoo.”

* * * Hitler is said to be influenced by the stars. And stripes.