“They say, sir,” he reported, “that, as it’s tea time, they’d like to exchange a couple o’ privates for a can of condensed milk—if you can afford it.”
NOW IT’S “ALL DUNN”
An Irish recruit named Dunn was arranging to let his friends know where he was when on active service.
“If I go to France,” he said, “I shall sign my letter F. Dunn; to Egypt, E. Dunn.”
“When the war is over and you come home, what will you sign?”
“We’re Dunn!”
“Well done,” shouted his friends.
A LAST FAREWELL
Private Doolan was six feet three inches in his socks. Beside him the sergeant on duty was a bantam.
“Head up there, Doolan!” he cried. Doolan raised his head.