Overheard at Portsmouth.
Jack. "Well, Polly lass, if it's true as 'ow you're going to get spliced to Bill, all I 'opes is that he'll stick to you through thick and thin!"
Polly. "Well, 'e ought to, Jack. 'E works in a glue factory."
"Awful bore, dear old chap. War offith won't have me, thimply becauth my eyethight ith tho doothed bad!"
