Better Farther South

High on a ladder in the British Admiralty's war room stood a WREN (British WAVE), sticking pins in a map which marked the progress of a North Atlantic convoy. A crusty British sea lord stalked in, glanced upward at the map. Said he: "Captain, that WREN will either have to wear pants or we will have to move the convoy to the South Atlantic."

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