“I’ll put you in the commissary department if you’ll answer the following question: What would you do if you had one hundred soldiers and only ninety-nine eggs?”
“I’d shoot one of the soldiers!”
THE USUAL PREFERENCE
That the British “Tommy” is as ready with his tongue as with his gun was aptly shown the other day when a number of wounded soldiers were being admitted to a hospital.
One of the patients was being carried to a ward named L, but at the door the stretcher bearers were met by the Sister in charge, who said, “I’m sorry, but L’s full.”
“All right,” cheerily replied the irrepressible “Tommy,” “we’ll just go to ’eaven.”
NOTHING TO FIGHT FOR
Jem—“Why don’t you shoulder a gun?”
Ben—“Ah ain’t got nothin’ against nobody in dis here world, and if I have I forgive ’em!”