Two companies of a London regiment were relieving each other on a quiet
part of the line, late in the evening of a dismal sort of day. The
members of the ingoing company were carrying sheets of corrugated iron
on their heads for the purpose of strengthening their position.
A member of the outgoing company, observing a pal of his with one of
these sheets on his head, bawled out: "'Ullo, 'Arry, what'cher doing
of?" to which came the laconic reply: "Selling muffins, but I've lost
me blinkin' bell."--_H. O. Harries, 85 Seymour Road, Harringay, N.8._