Western Mail, Thursday 21 December 1933, page 2
ACCORDING TO HOYLE.
Dear "Non-Com." - I was on guard in France, and a digger cobber of mine was on sentry. He had a rifle and bayonet in one hand and a piece of bread and jam in the other and was leaning up against a cooker eating it one dark night, when the orderly officer arrived and barked: "Who the devil are you?"
"Oh, I'm a bit of a sentry, and who the hell are you?"
"I'm a bit of an orderly officer," was the sarcastic answer.
"Blime, are yer?" said my cobber. "Well, hang on to this flamin' piece of bread and I’ll cough you up a bit of a salute!"
A.W. (32nd), Perth.