HE WAS FULL OF BULLETS.

War Wit, Volume 1, Issue 10, 1 November 1941, Page 8

HE WAS FULL OF BULLETS.

The old soldier was telling of his thrilling adventures on the field of battle to a party of young, fellows, one or two of whom were sceptical as to his veracity. “Then,” he said, “the surgeons took me up and laid me carefully in the ammunition waggon, and , “Look here,” interrupted one of the doubtful listeners, “you don’t mean the ammunition waggon. You mean the ambulance waggon.” But the old man shook his head. “No,” he insisted; “I was so full of bullets that they decided I ought to go in the ammunition waggon.” ❖ * * f ■ • ......... Customer: “The new butcher ■ZnVnMHFMBHHMBF'MPUMrTfIPwMMBBM across the street is giving you tough competition.” Butcher: “That’s all right. The time for me to worry is when he starts giving me tender competition.” . . * ❖ * . \ . . ' . ■ ! A man was walking through the Bowery, New York, when he passed a bank where heavy cakes of ice were being lowered through a manhole into the basement of the bank. Being somewhat of a wag, he asked the nearby guard if the ice was for the frozen assets of the belligerent countries of Europe' — then he speedily and discreetly departed.