THE LONG, LONG TRAIL.

War Wit, Volume 1, Issue 11, 1 December 1941, Page 11

THE LONG, LONG TRAIL.

Peering closely into her client’s hand, the fortune-teller “did her stuff.” “There’s a dark woman followlowing your husband,” she said. “Oh, well,” replied the good lady calmly: she’ll soon get tired of that. My husband’s a postman.”. * * * Two German soldiers were passing a billiards saloon when they heard someone shout: “That’s in-off the Red,” and they promptly fled, thinking a Russian general was chasing them! * * * A soldier. on the march felt something in his boot. His toe became painful and he was limping badly i . •• ■ ’ • . . by the time he got back to camp. He took off his boot and sock to bathe his blistered - foot and found lodged in the toe of the sock a pellet of paper on which was written: “God bless the soldier who wears these socks.” * * * The angler had just landed a catch when the inquisitive, woman chanced to be passing. “Oh,” she exclaimed, “that poor little fish!” : The angler . replied: “Well, madam, if he’d kept his mouth shut he would not. have got into trouble!” . i * * * A New York City man died and passed into the Great Beyond. A guide showed him about, but after an hour of wandering the New York City man said contemptuously: “Well, I’ve heard Heaven cracked up a whole lot, but I’m telling you it ain’t a darn bit different from New York City.” “Heaven!” exclaimed the guide. “This ain’t Heaven!” . - < ■ . . . < ; • - •• • KV / . ’ -• « -■ 2 .