HIS SKIRTS CLEAR
A sturdy little Lancashire lad went to a recruiting station to enlist.
He was much disappointed when the officer told him he was too small and too young.
“Can’t you find me some job in th’ army what I am big enough for?” anxiously asked the lad.
“No, I can’t, I’m sorry to say,” replied the officer.
As the lad turned sorrowfully away he said:
“Well, don’t blame me if th’ bloomin’ Germans lick o’ t’ lot on yo’; that’s all!”