CAUSE FOR GRIEVANCE
A wounded soldier explained his grievance to his nurse:
“You see, old Smith was next to me in the trenches. Now, the bullet that took me in the shoulder and laid me out went into ’im and made a bit of a flesh-wound in his arm. Of course I’m glad he wasn’t ’urt bad. But he’s stuck to my bullet and given it his girl. Now, I don’t think that’s fair. I’d a right to it. I’d never give a girl ’o mine a second-’and bullet.”
DOUBLY ANNOYING
A German spy caught redhanded was on his way to be shot.
“I think you English are brutes,” he growled, “to march me through this rain and slush.”
“Well,” said the “Tommy” who was escorting him, “what about me? I have to go back in it.”