SCROUNGING

War Wit, Volume 1, Issue 10, 1 November 1941, Page 13

SCROUNGING

We were fed-up with bully beef, after having it for several days in various disguised, but unmistakable, forms, so decided to do some scrounging.

A nearby “Wog” village was our objective. Said village yielded a bag of five fowls, without any trouble, until we were beating a strategic retreat, when we bumped into a Tommy officer. He wanted to know what we were doing with the chickens. “Well,” replied one of our wags, “you know how we Australians are fond of animals, and cannot bear to see any of them suffer? >So when we heard that there was such a shortage of food in this country, we decided to look after these chickens, and see that they did not die of starvation.”

Anyhow, bully was not on our menu that night.

Officer: What are you doing with that hammer, Brown?

Brown: The sarge said to put the shell in the ’ole and ram it!

Churchill and Roosevelt: Two minds with but a single thwart. -