Tommy: “Then come out here and fraternise.”
Sociable Escort (to Boche prisoner, after several ineffectual attempts to start a conversation): “Ahem!—er—no trouble at home, I hope?”
The Wit: “Ah, now you’re for it, Albert.”
Tractor-Driver: “Wot’s the matter?”
The Wit: “Why, you’ve been and gone and come on parade without your spurs.”