A POOR SHOT
Western Mail, Thursday 10 August 1933, page 2
A POOR SHOT
A mob of green recruits were having their first rifle practice and one had used up all but one of his rounds without having hit the target. Just as he was going to fire his last round, the sergeant said: "For the love of Mike, get behind that bush and shoot yourself, you useless blank!"
Presently there was a loud bang from behind the bush, "Lord," exclaimed the sergeant, "the blanky fool has taken me at my word!"
He rushed over to view the corpse, with his heart in his mouth, whereupon a cheerful voice relieved his fears: "Missed again, sergeant!"
"T.R.F.A.". East Dalwallinu