Not a Square Meal.

In the messroom of a railway station in England, a hefty guard was leaning over a small gas ring, sterilising his whistle in water boiling in a small egg saucepan.

One of his colleagues asked another, “What's ‘e adoin’ of?”

“Lumme!” was the reply, “Old 'Arry must be 'ungry—'e's cooking the pea in his whistle for dinner!”

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