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Ce dessin présente de façon humoristique les nouvelles tâches demandées au salariés, et ce sans augmentation de salaire !
Soldier is an in-house monthly magazine produced and published by the MOD. It was founded in March 1945, in Brussels, a morale boosting idea of Field Marshal Montgomery. Until 1997, it was a fortnightly publication.
This book of cartoons from the magazine, was produced in 1960 when National Service was still in force.
Soldier is an in-house monthly magazine produced and published by the MOD. It was founded in March 1945, in Brussels, a morale boosting idea of Field Marshal Montgomery. Until 1997, it was a fortnightly publication.
Don't know about boiling lead, try getting oil stains from the prowler sentry bicycle out of blancoed gaiters!
This book of cartoons from the magazine, was produced in 1960 when National Service was still in force.
Okay, it's not Red Green's shop. And they don't use duct tape to fix the cars, but they have a different message every week.
Japanese humour - I hope it gets past Flickr's admins!
A heron fishing in the river - more successfully than the humans.
Soldier is an in-house monthly magazine produced and published by the MOD. It was founded in March 1945, in Brussels, a morale boosting idea of Field Marshal Montgomery. Until 1997, it was a fortnightly publication.
Pay parade - marching up to the officer behind the table, halting and saluting and presenting your AB64 (Pay Book), checking the fortnightly £14 handed over, and shouting "pay and allowances all correct , thank you SIR!", saluting, about turning, and marching off. Much more civilised when I went on the bank.
This book of cartoons from the magazine, was produced in 1960 when National Service was still in force.
Seen in town today, a 1.8 Vauxhall Meriva with an Irmscher badge added underneath.
Definition of optimism right there. :-)
The exhibition “100 years of argentine graphic humour” on a cloudy morning in San Martín Square.
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La muestra itinerante "100 años de humor argentino" en una nublada mañana en la Plaza San Martín.
Really? A structure?
Only a government agency could come up with wording like that.
Near the US, Mexican border.
In the red corner, weighing in, Malcolm Bligh Turnbull, formerly Chair of the Australian Republican Movement. In the blue corner a relic of Phil the Greek, Elizabeth Alexandra Mary "Betty" Windsor (dec.).
Well, that's how some saw it, and the humour rolls on. This is the scene on the wall, opposite the Bark Petitions of 1963, where the recent Rae portrait of Turnbull has been hung. I could but chuckle…
Not everyone viewing this will know. I'll try to fill in the gaps.
Despite the Styles and Titles Act 1953 passed by Her Majesty, thereby installing herself under an apologetically monarchist Prime Minister — groveller, forelock tugger, lickspittle and catch-fart — as Queen over the realm, she was never our Queen. EG Whitlam fixed all that in 1973, ironically for someone who addressed all and sundry as "comrade" and could sing a rowdy rendition of The Internationale from memory. The Style and Titles Act 1973 specifically appointed Betty as "Queen of Australia".
Under all this gobbledygook is the stated in UK legislation — not implied — impossibility that one of Australia's first peoples can ever claim the high office of Head of State of their own land! Never, giving true meaning to "We of the Never Never".
The referendum put to the people in 1999 to change the Constitution, break the shackles of a Constitutional Monarchy, and determine our own future was lead by Turnbull. Mired in absurd language and obscure fixation with the election model, bolstered by fear mongering and sentimentality on the Monarchist's side, the proposition failed. For the record, Betty said she didn't give a rat's. She'd already been diagnosed with her own annus horribilis in 1992 and was subsequently a bit distracted by her own plight.
Here we have it — tangible evidence that irony and humour live on in these dry and dreary halls, at least among the curators of the Historic Memorials Collection.