Elsie Janis danced so gracefully that, after she had alighted from a perfectly stunning flip-flop, a doughboy in the third row was heard to remark: “Just like a wheelbarrow I saw in the air after a high explosive hit near it.”
Our staff correspondent who made the trip to Paris is recovering from a rather severe headache.
Cursed be the mule whose braying is like unto the whistling of a shell.—The Ohio Rainbow Reveille, Official Organ, 166th Infantry, Somewhere in France.
HE KNEW WHAT TO USE
A sergeant standing at a window in the barracks saw a private pass in full-dress uniform, with a bucket in his hand in the act of fetching water from the pump.
Sergeant—“Where are you going?”
Private—“To fetch some water, sir.”
Sergeant—“Not in those trousers, surely?”
Private—“No, sir; in the bucket.”