Here is a rugged individual with the bark on, a girl who took life by both horns and cracked its neck.
All-Year Season Tae Army Chaplain was talking to the new recruit from the country.
"At home," said the lad, "I have 1,000 sheep to tend."
The Chaplain smiled. "That's a lot, I agree. But do you know that I have 10,000 in my flock?
"Gee!" said the lad. "How do you get on at lambing time?"
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What Paper Do You Read RzcALLING that Buckner had been rushing a movie star about that time, a reporter asked:
"You didn't meet him through Loretta Young, did you?"
"That's a hell of a question," Adelaide snapped, looking prettier as she got mad.—" Mirror."
An extra brave reporter ducked behind a colleague and asked:
"Did you meet Buckner through Loretta Young?"
"Thats an improper question," the bride said, laughing.—"New Lost in Traffic I Next met four aviators—writes a core respondent to the "New Yorker"—who shared common living room during the day in a British camp. All had shaved their skulls and grown long brown beards. When I asked one where he came from, he said, "Germany. There are no more Prussians or Bavarians or Saxons. We are all Germans" He said he was a German who happened to live in Berlin, and that was all I could get out of him. Of ihe others, one had been shot down by six Spitfires, another by seven Hurricanes, and a third by a dozen Curtisses, I had never heard such a concerted if unintended tribute to Allied superiority in the air; listening to them, I marvelled that a Messerschmitt could find its way through the traffic, The Sweep on Hitler "Went," said The Sweep, "what do you think of little old Itler now?"
"Not much," I said, "There's one thing that's pretty smart about im," seid The Sweep, "He always goes for the little uns,"
"That's right," I said, Since he promoted unself Field-Marshal," said The Sweep, "he's never taken no chances of losing the job. And quite right too."
"Quite right," I said, "Because," said The Sweep, "what's the. use of makin yourself a Field-Marshal and then gettin defeated? It dont make sense, do it?"
"It certainly dont," I said.
"So what are you grousin about?" asked The Sweep, "I aint," I said.
In Denmark," said The Sweep, "little old Iter ad what you might call a natural, There was no chance of losing and it give the German troops a bit of exercise and little old Itler a bit of glory. And what could be riter than that?"
"Nothink," I said, "If we and the French cared to take a few countries over the week-end," said The Sweep, "I reckon we could do it easier than that."
"We could," I said, "But you dont want to under estimate the y," said Tae Sweep.
"Mei" I said.
"Because that's where you'll be makin a big mistake," said The Sweep, "The little old Kaiser underestimated us in the last war, and look what happened to im, spending is old age chappin up firewood."
"That's right," I said, "The invasion of Denmark," said The Sweep, "was a very smart bit of work, and dont you fergit it."
"All right," I said, "AIL they ave to do now," said The Sweep, "is to and out the iron crosses for bravery and Bob's your uncle. Cor suffering Mike,"
"Cor," I said.
"Cor strike me red white and blue," said The Sweep, "i makes you think, dont it?"
"It certainly do," I said.
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