SIDELIGHTS ON ’.THAT'S DOING.
WE ASKED one of the lads who were on the last hunting exped*
ition if there wasn! t something ATCSING that happened on that trip#
We want ed to w~ite about it.But he said,-"Amusing? Heavens,we were
too drenched all the Lime to see anything funny on that expedition#
The next wime we want a oetn,we know where to find the showers in
the Barracks,It* s a whole lot easier, and more convenient."
What's THE PREJUDICE against piccolo players? We've been try**
ing to induce some soldier to apply for that sweet instrument, in
Swick's Imperial Alastcsn Band,-we’ve assured them all that they can
be sure of a place in that wonderful organization if they*11 apply
for the little whistle,-and thsy all turn it down.What's the idea!
The jazzy saxaphone and ths slippery clarinet seem to be the favorites,
with the cornet a good second, cut we’ve got a good many vets on those
instruments.And the position of piccoloist is still open.First cQme.
first s erved.
The Limping Corporal from "E" Co. submits the following: -
Why is a bootlegger always good-natured?"
And if you bite,he’ll cay,-"
"Because hiy spirits are always high."#
w , ^ MAX sprung a good one the other day* He says to Bee
,1 just saw a girlie in Haines that was certainly a freak,”
And Bee wants to know what she looked like.
11 She had a dear face, and bear feet” says Tiny. '
CAPT.VURIGHT AIJD PVT.MOYER'are still making mud-pies as we
go to press.-We thought that they had both outgrown that age,Of
course they insist that what they’re making is a ,:sand table” but
we’re from the Houn1 Dog State. *
AIN’T IT FUNNY that the man who makes a 40 on the Range
deesnt CTab a bit more over how the men in the Pits robbed him
than the fellow who pulled down a 49? 7e’ve yet to see one of those
-ers who was satisfied with his score,-but naturally the gun was
blame if the Pit-men weren't. Which impels the question
make it?”***7 Cal1 Xt a ?ossibleiwhen it,s next- te impossible to
PERHAPS this could have happened in Haines. But it didn’t*
It was the busiest time of the day on traffic-blocked Main Street.
Ihe traffic officer signaled the long line of waiting autos to pro
eed. A fair young flapper stalled her machine in the middle of the
crossing,
"What the h-l’s the matter with you?" ahouted the copper.
ladv ^hinS. dearie,thank you",-sweetly rejoined the young
lady,calmly^-”but my engine’s dead”. , ^
SAY, BUT the crowd on the last hunting trip were sure a
hungry bunch. Mine deer,-count • cm,-1,2,3,4,5,6,7, 8,9, -feU to
i*IUfvy gu"8’least.eo they report,-and they bring back
ft0Ut* !ad P‘rt U i8 that *8 We to talce their word fo,
x that they .te the rest.O well,we’11 believe moet anything,