TROUSERS.

War Wit, Volume 1, Issue 11, 1 December 1941, Page 14

TROUSERS.

The C.QiM.S., an old soldier, and a typical hard-headed “Q” had it well and truly put over him by a trainee at a Tasmanian militia camp this month. “Bluey” was returning his two sets of khaki working dress prior to marching out after 90 days’ training. “You’re shy of one pair of trousers,” said the C.Q.M.S. “Bluey” admitted his deficiency and smiled ruefully when he signed the stoppage sheet to the tune of 6/8. “Can’t it be lived up?” he asked. “Yes,” said the C.Q.M.S: “If you can return a pair of trousers K.W.D. I will rub the stoppage entry out.” Half-an-hour later “Bluey” returned to the Coy. orderly room with a pair under his arm, and the Q.M. rubbed out the entry. Quartermaster then inspected the breeks to see if they could go straight back into store or had to be washed first. He let out a roar, and was almost inarticulate when he explained to the C.S.M.: “The lousy cow has handed in my ruddy trousers. Look, there’s my name on them!” l -,_ “Bluey” had taken the “Q” bloke to literally.”. ' 1 ■ ;\* * ( * An enthusiast entered an antiquarian’s shop to have a look round. A young girl stood behind the counter. On the' counter on a piece of paper rested a round of yellow marble. The enthusiast noticed it. “That,” he said excitedly, “is either a wonderful topaz or an exceptionally rare piece of.amber. Where did you get it?” “Garn!” said - the girl, “that’s me bit of barley sugar I just been sucking.” ' ' * * * * • Tramways in New Zealand - will not ; provide more straps for passengers. They can go and hang ,themselves: . \ •