The Usual
Hi Sweetheart:
You know how little things slip your mind, well tonight we shall pick up a couple of loose ends. (Rum ’n Cocacola via New Guinia? on radio) The numbering of letters--they will be found on the back of the envelope from now on. Upper right t’will be. Our (U.S.) censors sometimes clip dates off, so have quit putting them on long ago. (Damn that radio does make me long to be elsewhere. The evenings are unbearably hot and sticky, makes three reasons to be with you.)
Forgot for the moment what the rest of the things were, would you read a bit of the local wit instead? A lad from the radio shack came in where a few of the lads were batting a bit of breeze about home. The talk seemed to be centered around singing in the shower, so during a brief lull, this lad made the following emphatic statement. “If I went home and were singing in the shower, I’d bloody well be in the wrong ‘ouse, because we aint got any shower.”
Another heard while on the bridge--”Submarine--on the beam. Another cow--on the bow
Abandon ship. This is was spoken quietly, but emphatically. Funny about those `ines,
they shoot, and loud talk about them causes no disturbance from the skipper on down. I believe this is an excerpt from Duffys Tavern but with the cockney accent it sounded good. (An anemic looking chap has just mentioned his stay in a New York hostelry to a bit larger lad.) “Hotel Ritz Plaza, ‘ell you mean the Ritz Plasma, don’t you.”
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