HIS LITTLE LOT.

War Wit, Volume 1, Issue 11, 1 December 1941, Page 12

HIS LITTLE LOT.

The Army Camp Concert was in full swing with a session of community singing.

“Bluey,” a typical Aussie Digger, was enjoying himself tremendously. So much so that he was keen to have his favourite numbers put over. At the interval he approached the conductor and asked him if he’d do him a favour. “Certainly. What is it?” “I want ‘The Blue Danube,’ ‘The Holy City,’ ‘The Bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond’ and ‘Kilarney.’ I’d also like ‘The Vienna Woods’ ” ✓ ’ ' . Before “Bluey” could get any further the conductor interrupted “Fair go! Are you in league with Hitler or is this a private grab of your own?”

The recruit on his way to camp asked a stranger, Recruit No. 2:

“Do you happen to have a match?” “Sure,” was No. 2’s reply, “but I’m not giving you any.” - “But why?” was the startled reply. “Well,” said No. ’ 2, “we’ll get to chinning. And if we get to chinning ' we’ll wind up cobbers. And if we’re cobbers we’ll get in the same tent. If wer’e in the same tent and same squad then we’ll both volunteer together for special missions. Maybe we’ll even get a dangerous night job, then we’ll have to use flashlights. And if the flashlights should happen to go out some night in enemy territory, I sure don’t want to be stranded out there in the dark with ' someone who doesn’t even carry matches.”