"Wot's the jam tins for?"
"Fly traps," said Paddy.
"'Spect we'll have to dig the lead out of the dead men's bodies next," groused Bill, as he went down the trenches to collect the fly-covered jam tins. These were sent down to the beach in bags, causing many a grouse on the way. Rumour had it that some Jew had made a contract for the empty tins, another yarn was that they were for growing flowers round the General's dug-out. But mysterious and resourceful are the ways of the General Staff! These jam tins were redelivered to The Kangaroo Marines next day in the shape of bombs.
"Well I'm jiggered!" said Bill. "First they puts jam in tins, next they puts bombs in them."
"And then they'll shove you in them," interjected Claud.
"What for?"
"Prime Australian beef, fresh tinned, straight from the Dardanelles. That would look well on a label."
"Yis couldn't do that with Bill," said Paddy.
"Why?"
"He's a bit high——"