Private—“Bon soir.”
Frenchwoman—“Bon soir, monsieur.”
Private—“Yes, bon soir.”
Frenchwoman—“Bon soir, monsieur.”
Private—“Yes, yes! Some bon soirs, please.”
Thomas Atkins, seeing the look of amazement on the good Frenchwoman’s face, and seeing a potato lying in the roadway, thought he had better adopt different tactics, so, picking up the potato and showing it to the woman, said: “Here, missus, give us some of these blooming spuds!”
ABSENT-MINDED BEGGAR
The “Tommy” on leave from the front had been given a free railway pass to take him home to see his people, and he utilized part of his brief holiday to get married. On the return journey, when the ticket-inspector asked to see his pass, he produced by accident his marriage lines.
The inspector handed the paper back with a glimmer of a smile.
“This is a ticket for a very long and wearisome journey, young man,” he said, “but not on this line.”