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Every Man to His Own Job
Diggers who were fortunate enough to visit Paris Plage were intrigued by the small revolving tables of one of the open air restaurants, but Sergeant Jerry Olson, of the 13th Bn. who sat opposite a Yank, was, when he had temporarily taken his eyes off a pretty demoiselle, probably more intrigued than any other person there. His big lobster had disappeared and a very small one was in its place.
The Yank was calmly pouring the mayonnaise over Jerry's "cray", and, noticing the fire burning in his eyes, coolly remarked:
"You know, Arzie, there's a Soopreme Being always turning this old world and the planets and all things round and round."
"Is He a personal friend of yours?"
"Wal, no."
"Well, leave Him do His own work of turning things, especially tables!" Jerry quickly spun the big lobster back to himself with "Thanks for spilling the mayonnaise on it for me!"
S.W. 9/3/35
September 2, 1933
Either End Would Do
"Darkie", of the 13th, a nuggety wharf laborer in civil life, when on leave in London, bet our boxer, Fritz, that he could kiss the head of one of the huge lions guarding Nelson in Trafalgar Square. Fritz took the bet, and soon a crowd of Londoners, Diggers, and Tommies were amused to see "Darkie's" vain attempts to climb the smooth neck.
Again and again he slipped, until, after about the twentieth attempt, he called across the crowd to Fritz: "Is the bet on for the OTHER END of the cow?"
Fritz being a good sport, and financial, shouted back, "Yes."-
"Puralko"