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Local unrest + has been almost completely allayed by this prompt and fearless + decision.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>Many London grocers are asking customers to hand in orders + on Monday to ensure delivery within a week. In justice to a + much-abused State department it must be pointed out that + telegrams are frequently delivered within that period without + any absurd restriction as to the day of handing in.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>No more hotels in London, says Sir ALFRED MOND, are to be + taken over at present by the Government, which since the War + began has commandeered nearly three hundred buildings. We + understand, however, that a really spectacular offensive is + being prepared for the Spring.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>Several parties of Germans who escaped from internment camps + have been recaptured with comparative ease. It is supposed that + their gentle natures could no longer bear the spectacle of the + sacrifices that the simple Briton is enduring in order that + they may be well fed.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>The <i>Globe</i> has just published an article entitled "The + End of the World." Our rosy contemporary is far too + pessimistic, we feel. Mr. CHURCHILL'S appointment as Minister + of the Air has not yet been officially announced.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>The <i>Vossische Zeitung</i> reports that the KAISER refuses + to accept the resignation of Admiral VON CAPELLE. The career of + Germany's Naval chief seems to be dogged by persistent bad + luck.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>Another scoop for <i>The Daily Telegraph.</i> "On October + 14, 1066, at nine A.M.," said a recent issue, "the Battle of + Hastings commenced."</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>We fear that our allotment-holders are losing their dash. + The pumpkin grown at Burwash Place, which measured six feet in + circumference, is still a pumpkin and not a potato.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>The Grimsby magistrates have decided not to birch boys in + the future, but to fine their parents. Several soft-hearted + boys have already indicated that it will hurt them more than + their parents.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>A female defendant at a London police court last week was + given the choice of prison or marriage, and preferred to get + married. How like a woman!</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>A correspondent protests against the high prices paid for + old postage-stamps at a recent sale, and points out that stamps + can be obtained at one penny each at most post-offices, all + ready for use.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>A North of England lady last week climbed to the top of the + chimney-stack of a large munition works and affixed a silver + coin in the masonry. The lady is thought to be nervous of + pickpockets.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>A contemporary wit declares that nothing gives him more + pleasure than to see golfers at dinner. He loves to watch them + doing the soup course, using one iron all the way round.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>There is no truth in the rumour that during a recent + air-raid a man was caught on the roof of a certain Government + building in Whitehall signalling to the Germans where not to + drop their bombs.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>It should be added that the practice of giving air-raid + warnings by notice published in the following morning's papers + has been abandoned only after the most exhaustive tests.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>The Home Office announces that while it has not definitely + decided upon the method of giving warnings at night it will + probably be by gun fire. To distinguish this fire from the + regular barrage it is ingeniously suggested that the guns + employed for the latter purpose shall be painted blue, or some + other distinctive colour.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>It is reported that Sinn Fein's second-best war-cry, "Up the + KAISER," is causing some irritation in the Wilhelmstrasse, + where it is freely admitted that the KAISER is already far + higher up than the circumstances justify.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>The Lambeth magistrate recently referred to the case of a + boy of fifteen who is paying income-tax. Friends of the youth + have since been heard to say that there is such a thing as + carrying the spirit of reckless bravado too far.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>"Farm work is proceeding slowly," says a Midland + correspondent of the Food Production Department. Those who + recall the impetuous abandon of the pre-war agriculturist may + well ask whether Boloism has not been work at again.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>Railway fares in Germany have been doubled; but it is + doubtful if this transparent artifice will prevent the KAISER + from going about the place making speeches to his troops on all + the fronts.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>It is announced that promotion in the U.S. services will be + based solely on fitness, without regard to seniority. These are + the sort of revolutionists who would cover up grave defects in + army organisation by the meretricious expedient of winning the + War.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>Inquiries, says <i>The Pall Mall Gazette</i>, disclose a + wide-spread habit among customers of bribing the assistants in + grocery shops. The custom among profiteers of giving them their + cast-off motor cars probably acted as the thin end of the + wedge.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>A dear old lady writes that she is no longer nervous about + air-raids, now that her neighbourhood has been provided with an + anticraft airgun.</p> + <hr /> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:55%;"> + <a href="images/295.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/295.png" + alt="" /></a> + + <h3>THE AIR-RAID SEASON.</h3>THE RESULT OF A LITTLE + UNASSUMING ADVERTISEMENT: "CELLARMAN WANTED.—APPLY, + 82, —— STREET, W." + </div> + <hr /> + + <h3>Food Economy in Ireland.</h3> + + <blockquote> + <p>"Gloves, stockings, boots and shoes betoken the energy + and meal of the day, something tasty is desirable, and a + very economical dish of this kind can be made by + making..."—<i>Belfast Evening Telegraph.</i></p> + </blockquote> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page296" + id="page296"></a>[pg 296]</span> + + <h2>ZEPP-FLIGHTING IN THE HAUTES ALPES.</h2> + + <h3><i>To J.M.</i></h3> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Recall, dear John, a certain day</p> + + <p class="i2">Back in the times of long ago—</p> + + <p>A stuffy old estaminet</p> + + <p class="i2">Under the great peaks fledged with + snow;</p> + + <p>The Spring that set our hearts rejoicing</p> + + <p class="i2">As up the serried mountains' bar</p> + + <p>We climbed our tortuous way Rolls-Roycing</p> + + <p class="i6">From Gap to Col Bayard.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Little we dreamed, though that high air</p> + + <p class="i2">Quickens imagination's flight,</p> + + <p>What monstrous bird and very rare</p> + + <p class="i2">Would in these parts some day alight;</p> + + <p>How, like a roc of Arab fable,</p> + + <p class="i2">A Zepp <i>en route</i> from London + town,</p> + + <p>Trying to find its German stable,</p> + + <p class="i6">Would here come blundering down.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The swallows—you remember? yes?—</p> + + <p class="i2">Northward, just then, were heading + straight;</p> + + <p>No hint they dropped by which to guess</p> + + <p class="i2">That other fowl's erratic fate;</p> + + <p>An inner sense supplied their vision;</p> + + <p class="i2">Not one of them contused his scalp</p> + + <p>Or lost his feathers in collision</p> + + <p class="i6">Bumping against an Alp.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>But they, the Zepp-birds, flopped and barged</p> + + <p class="i2">From Lunéville to Valescure</p> + + <p>(Where we of old have often charged</p> + + <p class="i2">The bunkers of the Côte + d'Azur);</p> + + <p>And half a brace—so strange and far a</p> + + <p class="i2">Course to the South it had to + shape—</p> + + <p>Is still expected in Sahara</p> + + <p class="i6">Or possibly the Cape.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>In happier autumns you and I</p> + + <p class="i2">(You by your art and I by luck)</p> + + <p>Have pulled the pheasant off the sky</p> + + <p class="i2">Or flogged to death the flighting + duck;</p> + + <p>But never yet—how few the chances</p> + + <p class="i2">Of pouching so superb a swag—</p> + + <p>Have we achieved a feat like France's</p> + + <p class="i6">Immortal gas-bag bag.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>O.S.</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <h2>PURPLE PATCHES FROM LORD YORICK'S GREAT BOOK.</h2> + + <h4>(<i>Special Review</i>.)</h4> + + <p>Lord Yorick's <i>Reminiscences</i>, just published by the + house of Hussell, abound in genial anecdote, in which the + "personal note" is lightly and gracefully struck, in welcome + contrast to the stodgy political memoirs with which we have + been surfeited of late. We append some extracts, culled at + random from these jocund pages:—</p> + + <h4>THE SHAH'S ROMANCE.</h4> + + <p>"I don't suppose it is a State secret—but if it is + there can be no harm in divulging the fact—that there was + some thought of a marriage in the 'eighties' between the Shah + of PERSIA and the lovely Miss Malory, the lineal descendant of + the famous author of the Arthurian epic. Mr. GLADSTONE, Mme. DE + NOVIKOFF and the Archbishop of CANTERBURY were prime movers in + the negotiations. But the SHAH'S table manners and his + obstinate refusal to be converted to the doctrines of the + Anglican Church, on which Miss Malory insisted, proved an + insurmountable obstacle, and the arrangement, which might have + been fraught with inestimable advantages to Persia, came to + nought. Miss Malory afterwards became Lady Yorick."</p> + + <h4>PRACTICAL JOKING AT OXFORD IN THE "SIXTIES."</h4> + + <p>"Jimmy Greene, afterwards Lord Havering, whose rooms were + just below mine, suffered a good deal from practical jokers. + One day I was chatting with Reggie Wragge when we heard loud + cries for help just below us. We rushed down and found Jimmy in + the bath, struggling with a large conger-eel which had been + introduced by some of his friends. I held on to the monster's + tail, while Wragge severed its head with a carving-knife. Poor + Jimmy, who was always nervous and not very 'strong in his + intellects,' was much upset, and was shortly afterwards + ploughed for the seventh time in Smalls. He afterwards went + into diplomacy, but died young."</p> + + <h4>MRS. MANGOLD'S COMPLEXION.</h4> + + <p>"At one of these dances at Yorick Castle Mrs. Mangold, + afterwards Lady Rootham, was staying with us. She was a very + handsome woman, with a wonderful complexion, so brilliant, + indeed, that some sceptics believed it to be artificial. A plot + was accordingly hatched to solve the problem, and during a set + of Kitchen Lancers a syphon of soda-water was cleverly squirted + full in her face, but the colour remained fast. Mrs. Mangold, I + am sorry to say, failed to see the point of the joke, and fled + to her room, pursued as far as the staircase by a score or more + of cheering sportsmen."</p> + + <h4>THE ORDEAL OF LADY VERBENA SOPER.</h4> + + <p>"Mr. GOSCHEN, as he then was, was entertaining a large party + to dinner at Whitehall. He was at the time First Lord of the + Admiralty, and an awkward waiter upset an ice-pudding down the + back of Lady Verbena Soper, sister of Lady 'Loofah' Soper and + daughter of the Earl of Latherham, The poor lady cried out, + 'I'm scalded!' but our host, with great presence of mind, + dashed out, returning with a bundle of blankets and a can of + hot water, which he promptly poured on to the ice-pudding. The + sufferer was then wrapped up in the blankets and carried off to + bed; The waiter was of course sacked on the spot, but was saved + from prosecution at the express request of his victim and + assisted to emigrate to America, where I believe he did well on + an orange farm in Florida."</p> + <hr /> + + <h2>IN A GOOD CAUSE.</h2> + + <p>There is no War-charity known to Mr. Punch that does better + work or more quietly than that which is administered by the + Children's Aid Committee, who provide homes in country cottages + and farm-houses for children, most of them motherless, of our + soldiers and sailors, visit them from time to time and watch + over their needs. Here in these homes their fathers, who are + kept informed of their children's welfare during their absence, + come to see them when on leave from the Front, and find them + gently cared for. Since the War began homes have been provided + for over two thousand four hundred children. A certain grant in + aid is allowed by the London War Pensions Committee, who have + learned to depend upon the Children's Aid Committee in their + difficulties about children, but for the most part this work + relies upon voluntary help, and without advertisement. Of the + money that came into the Committee's hands last year only about + two per cent. was paid away for salaries and office + expenses.</p> + + <p>More than a year ago Mr. Punch appealed on behalf of this + labour of love, and now he begs his readers to renew the + generous response which they made at that time. Gifts of money + and clothing, and offers of hospitality, will be gratefully + acknowledged by Miss MAXWELL LYTE, Hon. Treasurer of the + Children's Aid Committee, 50, South Molton Street, London, + W.</p> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page297" + id="page297"></a>[pg 297]</span> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:100%;"> + <a href="images/297.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/297.png" + alt="" /></a> + + <h3>VIVE LA CHASSE!</h3>[With Mr. Punch's compliments to + our gallant Allies on their bag of Zepps.] + </div> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page298" + id="page298"></a>[pg 298]</span> + + <h2>STRONGER THAN HERSELF.</h2> + + <p>In an assortment of nieces, totalling nine in all—but + two of them, being still, in Sir WALTER'S phrase, composed of + "that species of pink dough which is called a fine infant" do + not count—I think that my favourites are Enid and Hannah. + Enid being the daughter of a brother of mine, and Hannah of a + sister, they are cousins. They are also collaborators in + literature and joint editors of a magazine for family + consumption entitled <i>The Attic Salt-Cellar</i>. The word + "Attic" refers to the situation of the editorial office, which + is up a very perilous ladder, and "salt-cellar" was a + suggestion of my own, which, though adopted, is not yet + understood.</p> + + <p>During the search for pseudonyms for the staff—the + pseudonym is an essential in home journalism, and the easiest + way of securing it is to turn one's name round—we came + upon the astonishing discovery that Hannah is exactly the same + whether you spell it backwards or forwards. Hannah therefore + calls herself, again at my suggestion, "Pal," which is short + for "palindrome." We also discovered, to her intense delight, + that Enid, when reversed, makes "Dine"—a pleasant word + but a poor pseudonym. She therefore calls herself after her pet + flower, "Marigold."</p> + + <p>Between them Pal and Marigold do all the work. There is room + for an epigram if you happen to have one about you, or even an + ode, but they can get along without outside contributions. Enid + does most of the writing and Hannah copies it out.</p> + + <p>So much for prelude to the story of Enid's serial. Having + observed that all the most popular periodicals have serial + stories she decided that she must write one too. It was called + "The Prairie Lily," and begun splendidly. I give the list of + characters at the head of the first instalment:—</p> + + <p><i>The Duke of Week</i>, an angry father and member of the + House of Lords.</p> + + <p><i>The Duchess of Week</i>, his wife, once famous for her + beauty.</p> + + <p><i>Lady Lily</i>, their daughter, aged nineteen and very + lovely.</p> + + <p><i>Mr. Ploot</i>, an American millionaire who loves the Lady + Lily.</p> + + <p><i>Lord Eustace Vavasour</i>, the Lady Lily's cousin, who + loves her.</p> + + <p><i>Jack Crawley</i>, a young farmer and the one that the + Lady Lily loves.</p> + + <p><i>Fanny Starlight</i>, a poor relation and the Lady Lily's + very closest friend.</p> + + <p><i>Webb</i>, the Lady Lily's maid.</p> + + <p>Such were the characters when the story began, and at the + end of the first instalment the author, with very great + ingenuity—or perhaps with only a light-hearted disregard + of probability—got the whole bunch of them on a liner + going to America. The last sentence described the vessel + gliding away from the dock, with the characters leaning over + the side waving good-bye. Even Jack Crawley, the young farmer, + was there; but he was not waving with the others, because he + did not want anyone to know that he knew the Lady Lily, or was + on board at all. Lord Eustace was on one side of the Lady Lily + as she waved, and Mr. Ploot on the other, and they were, of + course, consumed with jealousy of each other.</p> + + <p>Having read the first instalment, with the author's eye + fixed embarrassingly upon me, and the author giggling as she + watched, I said that it was very interesting; as indeed it was. + I went on to ask what part of America they were all going to, + and how it would end, and so on; and Enid sketched the probable + course of events, which included a duel for Lord Eustace and + Mr. Ploot (who turned out to be not a millionaire at all, but a + gentleman thief) and a very exciting time for the Lady Lily on + a ranche in Texas, whither she had followed Jack Crawley, who + was to become famous throughout the States as "The Cowboy + King." I forget about the Duke and Duchess, but a lover was to + be found on the ranche for Fanny Starlight; and Red Indians + were to carry off Webb, who was to be rescued by the Cowboy + King; and so on. There were, in short, signs that Enid had not + only read the feuilletons in the picture papers but had been to + the Movies too. But no matter what had influenced her, the + story promised well.</p> + + <p>Judge then my surprise when on opening the next number of + <i>The Attic Salt-Cellar</i> I found that the instalment of the + serial consisted only of the following:—</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>THE PRAIRIE LILY.</p> + + <p>CHAPTER II.</p> + + <p>All went merrily on the good ship <i>Astarte</i> until + the evening of the third day out, when it ran into another + and larger ship and was sunk with all hands. No one was + saved.</p> + + <p>THE END.</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>"But, my dear," I said, "you can't write novels like + that."</p> + + <p>"Why not, Uncle Dick?" Enid asked.</p> + + <p>"Because it's not playing the game," I said. "After arousing + everyone's interest and exciting us with the first chapter, you + can't stop it all like this."</p> + + <p>"But it happened," she replied. "Ships often sink, Uncle + Dick, and this one sank."</p> + + <p>"Well, that's all right," I said, "but, my dear child, why + drown everyone? Why not let your own people be saved? Not the + Duke and Duchess, perhaps, but the others. Think of all those + jolly things that were going to happen in Texas, and the duel, + and—"</p> + + <p>"Yes, I know," she replied sadly. "It's horrid to have to + give them up, but I couldn't help it. The ship would sink and + no one was saved. I shall have to begin another."</p> + + <p>There's a conscience for you! There's realism! Enid should + go far.</p> + + <p>I have been wondering if there are any other writers of + serial stories whose readers would not suffer if similar + visitations of inevitability came to them.</p> + <hr /> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:60%;"> + <a href="images/298.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/298.png" + alt="" /></a>"DO TELL ME, UNCLE, ALL ABOUT THIS + PERSIFLAGE YOU PUT ON YOUR TENTS." + </div> + <hr /> + + <h3>Another Impending Apology.</h3> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"SOME OF THE FREAKS FOUND IN NATURE</p> + + <p>DOG MOTHERS TURKEYS</p> + + <p>IRISH PEERESS IN KHAKI."</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p class="i2"><i>Toronto Star Weekly.</i></p> + </div> + </div> + <hr class="short" /> + + <blockquote> + <p>"Attracted by anti-aircraft guns the Zeppelin bounded + upwards."—<i>Daily Chronicle</i>.</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>That was in France. In England the lack of firing (according + to our pusillanimous critics) was positively repulsive.</p> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page299" + id="page299"></a>[pg 299]</span> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:100%;"> + <a href="images/299.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/299.png" + alt="" /></a><i>Tommy</i>. "'ANDS UP, ALL OF YER, I'M + GOIN' ON LEAVE TERMORRER. AIN'T GOT NO TIME TO WASTE." + </div> + <hr /> + + <h2>OUR INNOCENT SUBALTERNS.</h2> + + <p>The leave-boat had come into port and there was the usual + jam around the gangways. On the quay at the foot of one of them + was a weary-looking officer performing the ungrateful task of + detailing officers for tours of duty with the troops. He had + squares of white cardboard in his hand, and here and there, as + the officers trooped down the gangway, he picked out a young + and inoffensive-looking subaltern and subpoenaed him.</p> + + <p>I chanced to notice a young and rosy-cheeked + second-lieutenant, innocent of the ways of this rude world, and + I knew he was doomed.</p> + + <p>As he passed out on to the wharf I saw him receive one of + those white cards; he was also told to report to the corporal + at the end of the quay.</p> + + <p>I saw him slip behind a truck, where he left his bag and + haversack, his gloves and his cane, and when he reappeared on + the far side he had on his rain-coat, without stars. He had + also altered the angle of his cap.</p> + + <p>He waited near the foot of the other gangway, which was + unguarded. I drew nearer to see what he would do. Presently + down the plank came an oldish man—a lieutenant with a + heavy moustache and two African ribbons. My young friend + stepped forward.</p> + + <p>"You are detailed for duty," I heard him say. "You will + report to the N.C.O. at the end of the quay." His intonation + was a model for the Staff College.</p> + + <p>"Curse the thing! I knew I should be nabbed for duty," I + heard the veteran growl as he strode off with the white + card...</p> + + <p>I met the young man later at the Hotel ——, where + he had had the foresight to wire for a room. As I had failed to + do this, I was glad to avail myself of his kind offer to share + his accommodation. After such hospitality I could not refuse + him a lift in my car, as we were both bound for the same part + of the country.</p> + + <p>I did not learn until afterwards that a preliminary chat + with my chauffeur had preceded his hospitable advances. + Whenever anybody tells me that our subalterns of to-day lack + <i>savoir faire</i> or that they are deficient in tactical + initiative, I tell him that he lies.</p> + <hr /> + + <blockquote> + <p>"A Bachelor, 38, wishes meet Protestant, born 4th Sept., + 1899, or 17th, 18th Sept., 1886, plain looks; poverty no + barrier; view matrimony."—<i>The Age</i> + (<i>Melbourne</i>).</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>For so broad-minded a man he seems curiously fastidious + about dates.</p> + <hr /> + + <h2>HUMOURS OF THE WAR OFFICE.</h2> + + <h3>THE EXCHANGE.</h3> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Captain A. and Captain B.,</p> + + <p>The one was in F, the other in E,</p> + + <p>The one was rheumatic and shrank from wet feet,</p> + + <p>The other had sunstroke and dreaded the heat.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"If we could exchange," wrote B. to A.,</p> + + <p>"We should both keep fitter (the doctors say),"</p> + + <p>And, A. agreeing, they humbly prayed</p> + + <p>The great War Office to lend its aid.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>In less than a month they got replies,</p> + + <p>A letter to each of the self-same size;</p> + + <p>A.'s was: "Yes, you'll exchange with B.";</p> + + <p>B.'s was: "No, you'll remain in E."</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <h3>Our Modest Publicists.</h3> + + <blockquote> + <p>"I felt it to be my duty to say that and I said it; and, + of course, nobody took any notice."—<i>Mr. Robert + Blatchford, in "The Sunday Chronicle."</i></p> + </blockquote> + <hr class="short" /> + + <blockquote> + <p>"CHRISTIANA, Thursday.</p> + + <p>Several hours' violent cannonading was heard in the + Skagerack.</p> + + <p>Norwegian torpedoes proceeded thither to + investigate."—<i>Toowoomba Chronicle</i> + (<i>Queensland</i>).</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>Intelligent creatures, they poke their noses into + everything.</p> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page300" + id="page300"></a>[pg 300]</span> + + <h2>BEASTS ROYAL.</h2> + + <h3>VI.</h3> + + <h3>KING GEORGE'S DALMATIAN. A.D. 1823.</h3> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Yellow wheels and red wheels, and wheels that squeak + and roar,</p> + + <p class="i2">Big buttons, brown wigs, and many capes + of buff ...</p> + + <p>Someone's bound for Sussex, in a coach-and-four;</p> + + <p class="i2">And, when the long whips crack,</p> + + <p class="i2">Running at the back</p> + + <p>Barks the swift Dalmatian, whose spots are + seven-score.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>White dust and grey dust, fleeting tree and + tower,</p> + + <p class="i2">Brass horns and copper horns, blowing + loud and bluff ...</p> + + <p>Someone's bound for Sussex, at eleven miles an + hour;</p> + + <p class="i2">And, when the long horns blow,</p> + + <p class="i2">From the wheels below</p> + + <p>Barks the swift Dalmatian, tongued like an + apple-flower.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Big domes and little domes, donkey-carts that + jog,</p> + + <p class="i2">High stocks and low pumps and admirable + snuff ...</p> + + <p>Someone strolls at Brighton, not very much + incog.;</p> + + <p class="i2">And, panting on the grass,</p> + + <p class="i2">In his collar bossed with brass,</p> + + <p>Lies the swift Dalmatian, the KING's plum-pudding + dog.</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <h2>CAMOUFLAGE CONVERSATION.</h2> + + <p>It came as a shock to the Brigade Major that the brigade on + his left had omitted to let him know the time of their + projected raid that night. It came as a shock all the more + because it was the General himself who first noticed the + omission, and it is a golden rule for Brigade Majors that they + should always be the first to think of things.</p> + + <p>"Ring 'em up and ask," said the General. "Don't, of course, + mention the word 'raid' on the telephone. Call + it—um—ah, oh, call it anything you like so long as + they understand what you mean."</p> + + <p>At times, to the casual eavesdropper, strange things must + appear to be going on in the British lines. It must be a matter + of surprise, to such a one, that the British troops can think + it worth their while to inform each other at midnight that "Two + Emperors of Pongo have become attached to Annie Laurie." Nor + would it appear that any military object would be served in + passing on the chatty piece of information that "there will be + no party for Windsor to-morrow." This habit of calling things + and places as they most emphatically are not is but a + concession, of course, to the habits of the infamous Hun, who + rightly or wrongly is supposed to overhear everything one says + within a mile of the line.</p> + + <p>Thinking in the vernacular proper to people who keep the + little knowledge they have to themselves, the Brigade Major + grasped the hated telephone in the left hand and prepared to + say a few words (also in the vernacular) to his fellow Staff + Officer a mile away.</p> + + <p>"Hullo!" Br-rr—Crick-crick. "Hullo, Signals! Give me + S-Salmon."</p> + + <p>"Salmon? You're through, Sir," boomed a voice apparently + within a foot of his ear.</p> + + <p>"OO!" An earsplitting crack was followed by a mosquito-like + voice singing in the wilderness.</p> + + <p>"Hullo!"</p> + + <p>"Hullo!"</p> + + <p>"This is Pike."</p> + + <p>"This is Possum. H-hullo, Pike!"</p> + + <p>"Hullo, Possum!"</p> + + <p>"I say, look here, the General w-wants to know" (here he + paused to throw a dark hidden meaning into the word) "what + time—<i>it</i>—is."</p> + + <p>"What time it is?"</p> + + <p>"Yes, what time <i>it</i> is! <i>It</i>. Yes, what time it + is"—repeated <i>fortissimo ad lib</i>.</p> + + <p>"Eleven thirty-five."</p> + + <p>"Eleven thirty-five? Why, it's on now. I don't hear anything + on the Front?"</p> + + <p>"No, you wouldn't."</p> + + <p>"Why not?"</p> + + <p>"Because it's all quiet."</p> + + <p>"But you said s-something was on?"</p> + + <p>"No, I didn't. You asked me what time it was and I told + you."</p> + + <p>Swallowing hard several times, Possum girded up his loins, + so to speak, gripped the telephone firmly in the right hand + this time, and jumped off again. His "Hullo" sent a thrill + through even the Bosch listening apparatus in the next + sector.</p> + + <p>"Hullo! L-look here, Pike, + we—want—to—know—what time <i>it</i> + is."</p> + + <p>"Eleven thir—"</p> + + <p>"No, no, <i>it</i>—<i>it</i>"</p> + + <p>"What?"</p> + + <p>"It! You <i>know</i> what I mean. Damit, what can I call it? + Oh—er, <i>sports</i>; what time is your <i>high + jump</i>?" he added, nodding and winking knowingly. "Well, what + time's the circus? When do you start for Berlin?"</p> + + <p>"I say, Possum, are you all right, old chap?" said a voice + full of concern.</p> + + <p>A crop of full-bodied beads appeared on the Brigade Major's + brow. His right hand was paralysed by the unceasing grip of the + receiver. There was a strained look in his eyes as of a man + watching for the ration-party.</p> + + <p>"S-something," he said, calmly and surely mastering his + fate—"s-something is happening to-night."</p> + + <p>"You're a cheery sort of bloke, aren't you?"</p> + + <p>"Good God, are you cracked or what? There's a—"</p> + + <p>"Careful, careful!" called the General from his comfortable + chair in the other room.</p> + + <p>"O-oh!" sang the mosquito voice, "<i>now</i> I know what you + mean. You want to know what time our—er—ha! ha! you + know—the—er—don't you?"</p> + + <p>"The—ha! ha! yes"—they leered frightfully at + each other; it was a horrible spectacle. No one would think + that Possum had so much latent evil in him.</p> + + <p>"We sent you the time mid-day."</p> + + <p>"Well, we haven't had it. C-can you give me any indication, + w-without actually s-saying it, you know?"</p> + + <p>"Well now," said the mosquito, "You know how many years' + service I've got? Multiply by two and add the map square of + this headquarters."</p> + + <p>"Well, look here," it sang again, "you remember the number + of the billet where I had dinner with you three weeks ago? + Well, halve that and add two."</p> + + <p>"Half nine and add two" (<i>aside</i>: "These midnight + mathematics will be the death of me—ah! that's between + six and seven?"). <i>Aloud</i>: "But that's daylight."</p> + + <p>"No, it isn't. Which dinner are you thinking of?"</p> + + <p>With the sweat pouring down his face, both hands now + clasping the telephone—his right being completely + numbed—he called upon the gods to witness the foolishness + of mortals. Suddenly a hideous cackle of mosquito-laughter + filtered through and, by some diabolical contrivance of the + signals, the tiny voice swelled into a bellow close to his + ear.</p> + + <p>"If you really want to know, old Possum," it said, "the raid + took place two hours ago!"</p> + + <p>"I hope," said Possum, much relieved, but speaking with + concentrated venom, "I h-hope you may be strafed with + boiling— Are you there?" Being assured that he was he + slapped his receiver twice, and, much gratified at the + unprintable expression of the twice-stunned-one at the other + end, went to tell the General—who, he found, had gone to + bed and was fast asleep.</p> + <hr /> + + <blockquote> + <p>"The customary oats were administered to the new + Judge."—<i>Perthshire Constitutional</i>.</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>There had been some fear, we understand, that owing to the + food shortage he would have to be content with thistles.</p> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page301" + id="page301"></a>[pg 301]</span> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:65%;"> + <a href="images/301.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/301.png" + alt="" /></a>Stout Lady (<i>discussing the best thing + to do in an air-raid</i>). "WELL, I ALWAYS RUNS ABOUT + MESELF. YOU SEE, AS MY 'USBAND SEZ, AN' VERY + REASONABLE TOO, A MOVIN' TARGIT IS MORE DIFFICULT TO + 'IT." + </div> + <hr /> + + <h2>THE OLD FORMULA.</h2> + + <p>Private Brown lay upon his pillows thoughtfully sucking the + new pencil given him by his mate in the next bed. Propped + against the cradle that covered his shattered knee was a pad, + to which a sheet of paper had been fixed, and he was about to + write a letter to his wife.</p> + + <p>It was plainly to be an effort, for apart from the fact that + he was never a scholar there was the added uncertainty of his + long disused right hand to be reckoned with; but at last he + grasped the pencil with all the firmness he could muster and + began:—</p> + + <p>"DEAR WIFE,—I got your letter about Jim he ought to + gone long ago, shirking I calls it. This hospital is very nice + and when you come down from London youll see all the flowers + and the gramophone which is a fair treat. My wounds is slow and + I often gets cramp."</p> + + <p>No sooner was the fatal word written than the fingers of his + right hand began to stiffen, the pencil fell upon the bed, then + rolled dejectedly to the floor, where the writer said it might + stay for all he cared.</p> + + <p>"You must let me finish the letter," said I, when his hand + had been rubbed and tucked away in a warm mitten.</p> + + <p>"Thank you, Miss; I was getting on nicely, and there's not + much more to say," he returned ruefully, scanning the wavering + lines before him.</p> + + <p>"Well, shall I go on for a bit and let you wind up," said I, + unscrewing my pen and taking the pad on my knee.</p> + + <p>"Me telling you what to put like?" he asked with a look of + pleased relief.</p> + + <p>"That's it. Just say what you would write down + yourself."</p> + + <p>He cleared his throat.</p> + + <p>"DEAR WIFE," he resumed, "the wounds is ... awful, not + letting me write at all. The one in my back is as long as your + arm, and they says it will heal quicker than the one in my + knee, which has two tubes in which they squirts strong-smelling + stuff through. The foot is a pretty sight, as big as half a + melon, and I doubts ever being able to put it to the ground + again, though they says I shall. I gets very stiff at nights + and the pain sometimes is cruel, but they gives me a prick with + the morphia needle then which makes me dream something + beautiful...."</p> + + <p>There was a pause while he indulged in a smiling + reverie.</p> + + <p>"Perhaps we have said enough about your pains," I ventured, + when, returning from his visions, he puckered his brows in + fresh thought. "Your wife might be frightened if—"</p> + + <p>"Not her," he interrupted proudly. "She's a rare good nurse + herself, and it would take more than that to turn <i>her</i> + up."</p> + + <p>I shook my pen; he shifted his head a little and + continued:—</p> + + <p>"DEAR WIFE,—If you could see my shoulder dressed of a + morning you would laugh. They cuts out little pieces of lint + like a picture puzzle to fit the places, and I've got a regular + map of Blighty all down my arm; but that's not so bad as my + back, which I cannot see and which the wound is as + long—"</p> + + <p>I blotted the sheet and turned over, and Private Brown eyed + the space left for further cheerful communications.</p> + + <p>"Shall I leave this for you to finish?" I suggested, + thinking of tender messages difficult to dictate. "Your fingers + may be better after tea, or perhaps to-morrow morning."</p> + + <p>"That's all right, Miss. There's nothing more to put except + my name, if you'll just say, "Good-bye, dear wife, hoping this + finds you well as it leaves me at present."</p> + <hr /> + + <h3>Fair Warning.</h3> + + <blockquote> + <p>"A POPULAR CONCERT WILL BE HELL IN THE PORTEOUS HALL, On + Friday, 2nd November."—<i>Scotch Paper</i>.</p> + </blockquote> + <hr /> + + <h3>CURRAGH MEETING.</h3> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Judea . . . . . . . . . . . E.M. Quirke 1</p> + + <p>Elfterion . . . . . . . . . . . M. Wing 2</p> + + <p>Tut Ttlddddddrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr aY</p> + + <p>Tut Tut . . . . . . . . . . . . J. Dines 3</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p class="i2"><i>Provincial Paper</i>.</p> + </div> + </div> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>From which it is to be inferred</p> + + <p>The angry printer backed the third.</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page302" + id="page302"></a>[pg 302]</span> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:100%;"> + <a href="images/302.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/302.png" + alt="" /></a>"WELL, UPON MY WORD! AFTER ALL THE + TROUBLE I HAD TO GET A QUARTER OF A POUND OF BUTTER, + THE COOK'S SENT UP MARGARINE. I SHOULD HATE THE MAIDS + TO GO SHORT, BUT I <i>DO</i> THINK WE OUGHT TO + <i>SHARE</i> THINGS." + </div> + <hr /> + + <h2>THE ULTIMATE OUTRAGE.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>I had a favourite shirt for many moons,</p> + + <p>Soft, silken, soothing and of tenderest tone,</p> + + <p>Gossamer-light withal. The Subs., my peers,</p> + + <p>Envied the garment, ransacking the land</p> + + <p>To find a shirt its equal—all in vain.</p> + + <p>For, when we tired of shooting at the Hun</p> + + <p>And other Batteries clamoured for their share</p> + + <p>And we resigned positions at the front</p> + + <p>To dally for a space behind the line,</p> + + <p>To shed my war-worn vesture I was wont—</p> + + <p>The G.S. boots, the puttees and the pants</p> + + <p>That mock at cut and mar the neatest leg,</p> + + <p>The battle-jacket with its elbows patched</p> + + <p>And bands of leather, round its hard-used cuffs,</p> + + <p>And, worst of all, the fuggy flannel shirt,</p> + + <p>Rough and uncouth, that suffocates the soul;</p> + + <p>And in their stead I donned habiliments</p> + + <p>Cadets might dream of—serges with a waist,</p> + + <p>And breeches cut by Blank (you know the man,</p> + + <p>Or dare not say you don't), long lustrous boots,</p> + + <p>And gloves canary-hued, bright primrose ties</p> + + <p>Undimmed by shadows of Sir FRANCIS LLOYD—</p> + + <p>And, like a happy mood, I wore the shirt.</p> + + <p>It was a woven breeze, a melody</p> + + <p>Constrained by seams from melting in the air,</p> + + <p>A summer perfume tethered to a stud,</p> + + <p>The cool of evening cut to lit my form—</p> + + <p>And I shall wear it now no more, no more!</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>There came a day we took it to be washed,</p> + + <p>I and my batman, after due debate.</p> + + <p>A little cottage stood hard by the road</p> + + <p>Whose one small window said, in manuscript,</p> + + <p>"Wasching for soldiers and for officers,"</p> + + <p>And there we left my shirt with anxious fears</p> + + <p>And fond injunctions to the Belgian dame.</p> + + <p>So it was washed. I marked it as I passed</p> + + <p>Waving svelte arms beneath the kindly sun</p> + + <p>As if it semaphored to its own shade</p> + + <p>That answered from the grass. I saw it fill</p> + + <p>And plunge against its bonds—methought it + yearned</p> + + <p>To join its tameless kin, the airy clouds.</p> + + <p>And as I saw it so, I sang aloud,</p> + + <p>"To-morrow I shall wear thee! Haste, O Time!"</p> + + <p>Fond, futile dream! That very afternoon,</p> + + <p>Her washing taken in and folded up</p> + + <p>(My shirt, my shirt I mourn for, with the rest),</p> + + <p>The frugal creature locked and left her cot</p> + + <p>To cut a cabbage from a neighbour's field.</p> + + <p>Then, without warning, from the empurpled sky,</p> + + <p>Swift with grim dreadful purpose, swooped a + shell</p> + + <p>(Perishing Percy was the name he bore</p> + + <p>Amongst, the irreverent soldiery), ah me!</p> + + <p>And where the cottage stood there gaped a gulf;</p> + + <p>The jewel and the casket vanished both.</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr class="short" /> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Were there no other humble homes but that</p> + + <p>For the vile Hun to fire at? Did some spy,</p> + + <p>In bitter jealousy, betray my shirt?</p> + + <p>What boots it to lament? The shirt is gone.</p> + + <p>It was not meant for such an one as I,</p> + + <p>A plain rough gunner with one only pip.</p> + + <p>No doubt 'twas destined for some lofty soul</p> + + <p>Who in a deck-chair lolls, and marks the map</p> + + <p>And says, "Push here," while I and all my kind</p> + + <p>Scrabble and slaughter in the appointed slough.</p> + + <p>But I, presumptuous, wore it, till the gods</p> + + <p>Called for my laundry with a thunderbolt.</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page303" + id="page303"></a>[pg 303]</span> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:100%;"> + <a href="images/303.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/303.png" + alt="" /></a> + + <h3>HOW TO LOSE THE WAR AT HOME.</h3> + </div> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page304" + id="page304"></a>[pg 304]</span> + + <h2>ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.</h2> + + <p><i>Monday, October 22nd.</i>—The fact that a couple of + German raiders contrived to slip through the North Sea patrol + the other night was made the excuse for an attack upon the + Admiralty. Sir Eric Geddes came down specially to assure the + House that if it viewed things "in the right perspective" it + would realise that such isolated incidents were unavoidable. + Members generally were convinced, I think, by the sight of the + First Lord's bulldog jaw, even more than by his words, that the + Navy would not loose its grip on the enemy's throat.</p> + + <p>If "darkness and composure" are, as we have been told, the + best antidotes to an air-raid, where would you be more likely + to find them than in a CAVE? The HOME SECRETARY'S explanation + did not, of course, satisfy "P.B."—initials now standing + for "Pull Baker"—who, in a voice of extra raucosity, + caused by his <i>al-fresco</i> oratory in East Islington, + demanded that protection should be afforded + to—ballot-boxes. But he and Mr. JOYNSON-HICKS and Mr. + DILLON—whose sudden solicitude for the inhabitants of + London was gently chaffed by Mr. CHAMBERLAIN—were + deservedly trounced by Mr. BONAR LAW, who declared that if + their craven squealings were typical he should despair of + victory.</p> + + <p>Who says that the removal of the grille has had no effect + upon politics? Exposed to the unimpeded gaze of the ladies in + the Gallery the House decided with great promptitude that the + female voter should not be called upon to state her exact age, + but need only furnish a statutory declaration that she was over + thirty.</p> + + <p><i>Tuesday, October 23rd.</i>—So far as I know, the + duties of a Junior Lord of the Treasury have never been exactly + defined. Apparently those of Mr. PRATT include the compilation + of a "London Letter," to be sent to certain favoured + newspapers. In one of them he appears to have stated that Mr. + ASQUITH'S condition of health was so precarious that there was + little likelihood of his resuming an active part in politics. + It was pleasant, therefore, to see the ex-Premier in his place + again, and able to contribute to the Irish debate a speech + showing no conspicuous failure either of intellect or verbal + felicity.</p> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:60%;"> + <a href="images/304.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/304.png" + alt="" /></a> + + <p><i>Mr. Duke</i>. "HERE, I SAY—"</p> + + <p><i>Mr. Redmond</i>. "SURE AN' I'M SORRY, BUT THE + GINTLEMAN BEHIND PUSHED ME."</p> + </div> + + <p>Both Mr. REDMOND and Mr. DUKE had drawn a very gloomy + picture of present-day Ireland—the former, of course, + attributing it entirely to the ineptitudes of the "Castle," and + being careful to say little or nothing to hurt the feelings of + the Sinn Feiners, while the latter ascribed it to the + rebellious speeches and actions of Mr. DE VALERA and the other + hillside orators whom for some inscrutable reason he leaves at + large.</p> + + <p>I hope Mr. ASQUITH was justified in assuming that the Sinn + Fein excesses were only an expression of the "rhetorical and + contingent belligerency" always present in Ireland, and that in + spite of them the Convention would make all things right.</p> + + <p>Meanwhile the Sinn Feiners have refused to take part in it. + And not a single Nationalist Member dared to denounce them + to-night. Mr. T.M. HEALY even gave them his blessing, for + whatever that may be worth.</p> + + <p><i>Wednesday, October 24</i>.—The strange case of Mrs. + BESANT and Mr. MONTAGU was brought before the Upper House by + Lord SYDENHAM, who hoped the Government were not going to make + concessions to the noisy people who wanted to set up a little + oligarchy in India. The speeches of Lord ISLINGTON and Lord + CURZON did not entirely remove the impression that the + Government are a little afraid of Mrs. BESANT and her power of + "creating an atmosphere" by the emission of "hot air." + Apparently there is room for only one orator in India at a + time, for it was expressly stated that Mr. MONTAGU, who got + back into office shortly after the delivery of what Lord + LANSDOWNE characterised as an "intemperate" speech on Indian + affairs, has given an undertaking not to make any speech at all + during his progress through the Peninsula.</p> + + <p><i>Thursday, October 25th</i>.—Irish Members have + first cut at the Question-time cake on Thursdays, and employ + their opportunity to advertise their national grievances. Mr. + O'LEARY, for example, drew a moving picture of a poor old man + occupying a single room, and dependent for his subsistence on + the grazing of a hypothetical cow; he had been refused a + pension by a hard-hearted Board. Translated into prosaic + English by the CHIEF SECRETARY it resolved itself into the case + of a farmer who had deliberately divested himself of his + property in the hope of "wangling" five shillings a week out of + the Treasury.</p> + + <p>According to Mr. BYRNE the Lord Mayor of DUBLIN has been + grossly insulted by a high Irish official, who must be made to + apologise or resign. Again Mr. DUKE was unreceptive. He had + seen the LORD MAYOR, who + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page305" + id="page305"></a>[pg 305]</span> disclaimed any + responsibility for his self-constituted champion. Mr. BYRNE + should now be known as "the cuckoo in the mare's nest."</p> + + <p>An attack upon the Petroleum Royalties was led by Mr. + ADAMSON, the new Chairman of the Labour Party, who was + cordially congratulated by the COLONIAL SECRETARY on his + appointment. Mr. LONG might have been a shade less enthusiastic + if he had foreseen the sequel. His assurance that there was + "nothing behind the Bill" was only too true. There was not even + a majority behind it; for the hostile amendment was carried by + 44 votes to 35, and the LLOYD GEORGE Administration sustained + its first defeat. "Nasty slippery stuff, oil," muttered the + Government Whip.</p> + <hr /> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:100%;"> + <a href="images/305.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/305.png" + alt="" /></a> + + <h3>THE UNSEEN HAND.</h3> + + <p><i>Bill</i>. "A FELLER IN THIS HERE PAPER SAYS AS WE + AIN'T FIGHTING THE GERMAN PEOPLE."</p> + + <p><i>Gus</i>. "INDEED! DOES THE BLINKIN' IDIOT SAY WHO + WE'VE BEEN UP AGAINST ALL THIS TIME?"</p> + </div> + <hr /> + + <blockquote> + <p>"Wanted, at once, three Slack Carters; constant + employment."—<i>Lancaster Observer</i>.</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>We fear that intending applicants may be put off by the + conditions.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <blockquote> + <p>"WHERE MY CARAVAN HAS RESTED—in A + flat."—<i>Advt. in Provincial Paper</i>.</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>And, in the recent weather, a very good place for it.</p> + <hr /> + + <h2>WAR-TIME TAGS FROM "JULIUS CÆSAR."</h2> + + <h4>A "TAKE COVER" CONSTABLE TO A "SPECIAL."</h4> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"I'll about,</p> + + <p>And drive away the vulgar from the streets;</p> + + <p>So do you too, where you perceive them + thick."—<i>Act I. Sc. 1</i>.</p> + </div> + </div> + + <h4>A WISE MAN.</h4> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Good night, then, Casca: this disturbéd + sky</p> + + <p>Is not to walk in."—<i>Act I. Sc. 3</i>.</p> + </div> + </div> + + <h4>A RASH MAN.</h4> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"For my part, I have walked about the streets...</p> + + <p>Even in the aim and very flash of it."—<i>Act + I. Sc. 3</i>.</p> + </div> + </div> + + <h4>TO A MUNITION STRIKER.</h4> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"But wherefore art not in thy shop + to-day?"—<i>Act I. Sc. 1</i>.</p> + </div> + </div> + + <h4>TO A LADY CLERK.</h4> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Is this a holiday?</p> + + <p>What dost thou with thy best apparel + on?"—<i>Act I. Sc. 1</i>.</p> + </div> + </div> + + <h4>TO LORD RHONDDA</h4> + + <h4>(<i>with a wheat and potato War-loaf</i>).</h4> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>"Till then, my noble friend, chew upon + this."—<i>Act I. Sc. 2</i>.</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <h3>THE TRANSLATOR SEES THROUGH IT.</h3> + + <p>Announcement by a French publisher:—</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>"Vient de paraitre:—'M. Britling commence à + voir clair.'"</p> + </blockquote> + <hr class="short" /> + + <blockquote> + <p>"MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS.</p> + + <p>A Large Quantity of Old Bricks for + Sale."—<i>Dublin Evening Herald</i>.</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>Do not shoot the pianist. Throw a brick at him instead.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>Regarding a certain judge:—</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>"Hence so many reversals by the Court of Appeal that + suitors were often more uneasy if they lost their case + before him than if they won it."—<i>Irish + Times</i>.</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>We assume that they were Irishmen.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <blockquote> + <p>"Elderly Lady Requires Post, as companion, Secretary or + any position of trust, would keep clergyman's wife in + Parish, etc."—<i>Church Family Newspaper</i>.</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>But the difficulty with the parson's wife in some parishes, + we are told, is just the reverse of this.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <blockquote> + <p>"Duck and drake (wild) wanted; must be + tame."—<i>Scotsman</i>.</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>We dislike this frivolity in a serious paper.</p> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page306" + id="page306"></a>[pg 306]</span> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:100%;"> + <a href="images/306.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/306.png" + alt="" /></a> + + <h3>OUR YOUNG VETERANS.</h3> + + <p><i>Grandfather</i>. "JUST HAD A TOPPING BIT OF NEWS, OLD + DEAR. GERALD'S WANGLED THE D.S.O."</p> + + <p><i>Granny</i>. "ABSOLUTELY <i>PRICELESS</i>, OLD THING. + ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT CHILD WAS <i>SOME</i> NIB."</p> + </div> + <hr /> + + <h2>THE MUD LARKS.</h2> + + <p>Albert Edward and I are on detachment just now. I can't + mention what job we are on because HINDENBURG is listening. He + watches every move made by Albert Edward and me and disposes + his forces accordingly. Now and again he forestalls us, now and + again he don't. On the former occasions he rings up LUDENDORFF, + and they make a night of it with beer and song; on the latter + he pushes the bell violently for the old German god.</p> + + <p>The spot Albert Edward and I inhabit just now is very + interesting; things happen all round us. There is a tame + balloon tied by a string to the back garden, an ammunition + column on either flank and an infantry battalion camped in + front. Aeroplanes buzz overhead in flocks and there is a + regular tank service past the door. One way and another our + present location fairly teems with life; Albert Edward says it + reminds him of London. To heighten the similarity we get bombed + every night.</p> + + <p>Promptly after Mess the song of the bomb-bird is heard. The + searchlights stab and slash about the sky like tin swords in a + stage duel; presently they pick up the bomb-bird—a + glittering flake of tinsel—and the racket begins. + Archibalds pop, machine guns chatter, rifles crack, and here + and there some optimistic sportsman browns the Milky Way with a + revolver. As Sir I. NEWTON'S law of gravity is still in force + and all that goes up must come down again, it is advisable to + wear a parasol on one's walks abroad.</p> + + <p>In view of the heavy lead-fall Albert Edward and I decided + to have a dug-out. We dug down six inches and struck water in + massed formation. I poked a finger into the water and licked + it. "Tastes odd," said I, "brackish or salt or something."</p> + + <p>"We've uncorked the blooming Atlantic, that's what," said + Albert Edward; "cork it up again quickly or it'll bob up and + swamp us." That done, we looked about for something that would + stand digging into. The only thing we could find was a + molehill, so we delved our way into that. We are residing in it + now, Albert Edward, Maurice and I. We have called it "<i>Mon + Repos</i>," and stuck up a notice saying we are inside, + otherwise visitors would walk over it and miss us.</p> + + <p>The chief drawback to "<i>Mon Repos</i>" is Maurice. Maurice + is the proprietor by priority, a mole by nature. Our advent has + more or less driven him into the hinterland of his home and he + is most unpleasant about it. He sits in the basement and sulks + by day, issuing at night to scrabble about among our boots, + falling over things and keeping us awake. If we say "Boo! + Shoo!" or any harsh word to him he doubles up the backstairs to + the attic and kicks earth over our faces at three-minute + intervals all night.</p> + + <p>Albert Edward says he is annoyed about the rent, but I call + that absurd. Maurice is perfectly aware that there is a war on, + and to demand rent from soldiers who are defending his molehill + with their lives is the most ridiculous proposition I ever + heard of. As I said before, the situation is most unpleasant, + but I don't see what we can do about it, for digging out + Maurice means digging down "<i>Mon Repos</i>," + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page307" + id="page307"></a>[pg 307]</span> and there's no sense in + that. Albert Edward had a theory that the mole is a + carnivorous animal, so he smeared a worm with carbolic + tooth-paste and left it lying about. It lay about for days. + Albert now admits his theory was wrong; the mole is a + vegetarian, he says; he was confusing it with trout. He is + in the throes of inventing an explosive potato for Maurice + on the lines of a percussion grenade, but in the meanwhile + that gentleman remains in complete mastery of the + situation.</p> + + <p>The balloon attached to our back garden is very tame. Every + morning its keepers lead it forth from its abode by strings, + tie it to a longer string and let it go. All day it remains + aloft, tugging gently at its leash and keeping an eye on the + War. In the evening the keepers appear once more, haul it down + and lead it home for the night. It reminds me for all the world + of a huge docile elephant being bossed about by the mahout's + infant family. I always feel like giving the gentle creature a + bun.</p> + + <p>Now and again the Bosch birds come over disguised as clouds + and spit mouthfuls of red-hot tracer-bullets at it, and then + the observers hop out. One of them "hopped out" into my + horse-lines last week. That is to say his parachute caught in a + tree and he hung swinging, like a giant pendulum, over my + horses' backs until we lifted him down. He came into "<i>Mon + Repos</i>" to have bits of tree picked out of him. This was the + sixth plunge overboard he had done in ten days, he told us. + Sometimes he plunged into the most embarrassing situations. On + one occasion he dropped clean through a bivouac roof into a hot + bath containing a Lieutenant-Colonel, who punched him with a + sponge and threw soap at him. On another he came fluttering + down from the blue into the midst of a labour company of + Chinese coolies, who immediately fell on their faces, + worshipping him as some heavenly being, and later cut off all + his buttons as holy relics. An eventful life.</p> + + <p>PATLANDER.</p> + <hr /> + + <h3>A PRECOCIOUS INFANT.</h3> + + <blockquote> + <p>"Will any kind lady adopt nice healthy baby girl, 6 + weeks old, good parentage; seen + London."—<i>Times</i>.</p> + </blockquote> + <hr class="short" /> + + <blockquote> + <p>"The King has given £100 to the Victoria Station + free buffet for sailors and soldiers."—<i>The + Times</i>.</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>In the days of RICHARD I. it was a commoner who furnished + the King in this respect. <i>Vide</i> Sir WALTER SCOTT'S + <i>Ivanhoe</i>, vol. ii., chap. 9: "Truly, friend," said the + Friar, clenching his huge fist, "I will bestow a buffet on + thee."</p> + <hr /> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:65%;"> + <a href="images/307.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/307.png" + alt="" /></a> + + <p><i>Prisoner</i> (<i>on his dignity</i>). "BUT YOU VOS + NOT KNOW VOT I AM. I AM A SERGEANT-MAJOR IN DER PRUSSIAN + GUARD."</p> + + <p><i>Tommy</i>. "WELL, WOT ABAHT IT? I'M A PRIVATE IN THE + WEST KENTS."</p> + </div> + <hr /> + + <h2>RHYMES OF THE TIMES.</h2> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p>There was an old man with otitis</p> + + <p>Who was told it was chronic arthritis;</p> + + <p class="i2">On the sixth operation,</p> + + <p class="i2">Without hesitation</p> + + <p>They said that he died of phlebitis.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>A school just assembled for Prep.</p> + + <p>Were warned of an imminent Zepp,</p> + + <p class="i2">But they said, "What a lark!</p> + + <p class="i2">Now we're all in the dark</p> + + <p>So we shan't have to learn any Rep."</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>Mr. BREX, with the forename of TWELLS,</p> + + <p>Against all the bishops rebels,</p> + + <p class="i2">And so fiercely upbraids</p> + + <p class="i2">Their remarks on air-raids</p> + + <p>That he rouses the envy of WELLS.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>The American miracle, FORD,</p> + + <p>By pacificists once was adored;</p> + + <p class="i2">Now their fury he raises</p> + + <p class="i2">By winning the praises</p> + + <p>Of England's great super-war-lord.</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <blockquote> + <p>"Wanted—a Pair of Lady's Riding Boots, black or + brown, size of foot 4, diam. of calf 14 + inches."—<i>Statesman</i> (<i>Calcutta</i>).</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>Great Diana!</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <blockquote> + <p>"WANTED—Late Model, 5-passenger McLaughlin, + Hudson, Paige, or Cadillac car, in exchange for 5-crypt + family de luxe section, value $1,500, in Forest Lawn, + Mausoleum."—<i>Toronto Daily Star</i>.</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>With some difficulty we refrain from reviving the old joke + about the quick and the dead.</p> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page308" + id="page308"></a>[pg 308]</span> + + <h2>THE NEW MRS. MARKHAM.</h2> + + <h3>III.</h3> + + <h3>CONVERSATION ON CHAPTER LXX.</h3> + + <p><i>Mary</i>. Do tell us something more, Mamma, about the + Great Rebellion and how it began.</p> + + <p><i>Mrs. M</i>. Well, my dear, you must know that in the + previous reign it had been the fashion for middle-aged and + elderly people to behave and dress as if they were still + juvenile. Mothers neglected their daughters and went to balls + and theatres every night, where they were conspicuous for their + extravagant attire and strange conversation. They would not + allow their daughters to smoke, or, if they did, provided them + with the cheapest cigarettes. Fathers of even advanced years + wore knickerbocker suits on all occasions and spent most of + their time playing a game called golf. This at last provoked a + violent reaction, and the Great Rebellion was the consequence. + Although there was no bloodshed many distressing scenes were + enacted and something like a Reign of Terror prevailed for + several years.</p> + + <p><i>Richard</i>. Oh, Mamma, please go on!</p> + + <p><i>Mrs. M</i>. Parents trembled at the sight of their + children, and fathers, even when they were sixty years old, + stood bareheaded before their sons and did not dare to speak + without permission. Mothers never sat down in the presence of + their grown-up daughters, but stood in respectful silence at + the further end of the room, and were only allowed to smoke in + the kitchen.</p> + + <p><i>George</i>. That cannot have been very good for the + cooking.</p> + + <p><i>Mrs. M</i>. The daughters of the family were seldom + educated at home, and when they returned to their father's roof + their parents were only admitted into the presence of their + children during short and stated periods.</p> + + <p><i>Mary</i>. And when did the English begin to grow kinder + to their parents?</p> + + <p><i>Mrs. M</i>. I really cannot say. Perhaps a climax was + reached in the Baby Suffrage Act; but after that matters began + to improve, and the Married Persons Amusements Act showed a + more tolerant spirit towards the elderly. But even so lately as + when my mother was a child young people were often exceedingly + harsh with their parents, and she has told me how on one + occasion she locked up her mother for several hours in the + coal-cellar for playing a mouth-organ in the bathroom without + permission.</p> + + <p><i>Richard.</i> Pray, Mamma, did the English speak Irish + then, as they do now?</p> + + <p><i>Mrs. M</i>. Compulsory Irish was introduced under ALFRED + as a concession to Ireland for the services rendered by that + kingdom to art and literature and the neutrality which it + observed during England's wars. There was a certain amount of + opposition, but it was soon overcome by ALFRED'S wisely + insisting on the newspapers being printed in both languages. + Since then the variations in dialect and pronunciation which + prevailed in different districts of England have largely + disappeared, and from Land's End to John o' Groat's the + bilingual system is now securely established, though my mother + told me that as a child she once met an old man in + Northumberland who could only speak a few words of Irish, and + had been deprived of his vote in consequence.</p> + + <p><i>Richard</i>. What were the Thirty-Nine Articles? I don't + think I ever heard of them before.</p> + + <p><i>Mrs. M</i>. When you are of a proper age to understand + them they shall be explained to you. They contained the + doctrines of the Church of England, but were abolished by + Archbishop WELLS, who substituted seventy-eight of his own. But + as Mary is looking tired I will now conclude our + conversation.</p> + <hr /> + + <h2>THE MOTH PERIL.</h2> + + <blockquote class="note"> + <p>["Fruit growers are warned to be on their guard against + the wingless moth, for lime-washing the trees is almost + useless."—<i>Evening Paper</i>.]</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>If the brute ignores the notice, "Keep off the trees," order + him away in a sharp voice.</p> + + <p>Sulphuric acid is a most deadly antidote; but only the best + should be used. If the moth be held over the bottle for ten + minutes it will show signs of collapse and offer to go + quietly.</p> + + <p>This pest abhors heat. A good plan is to heat the + garden-roller in the kitchen fire to a white heat and push it + up the tree.</p> + + <p>A gramophone in full song, is also useful. After a few + minutes the moth will come out of its dug-out with an + abstracted expression on its face, and commit suicide by + jumping into the mouth of the trumpet.</p> + <hr /> + + <h3>A Comforting Thought for use on War-Time Railways.</h3> + + <blockquote> + <p>"To travel hopefully is a better thing than to + arrive."—R.L. STEVENSON.</p> + </blockquote> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>From a parish magazine:—</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>"I know 'the war' still continues but these do not + explain everything. The large water tank at the schools is + for sale—price £5 10s. The sermons and as far + as possible the music and hymns on 21st (Trafalgar Day) + will bear on the work of our incomparable Navy."</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>It is believed in the village that the parson is suffering + from a rush of Jumble Sales to the head.</p> + <hr /> + + <h2>HERBS OF GRACE.</h2> + + <h3>SWEET WOODRUFF.</h3> + + <h4>VII.</h4> + + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <p class="i4">Not for the world that we know,</p> + + <p class="i2">But the lovelier world that we dream + of</p> + + <p class="i4">Dost thou, Sweet Woodruff, grow;</p> + + <p class="i2">Not of this world is the theme of</p> + + <p class="i6">The scent diffused</p> + + <p class="i6">From thy bright leaves bruised;</p> + + <p>Not in this world hast thou part or lot,</p> + + <p>Save to tell of the dream one, forgot, forgot.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p class="i4">Sweet Woodruff, thine is the scent</p> + + <p class="i2">Of a world that was wise and lowly,</p> + + <p class="i4">Singing with sane content,</p> + + <p class="i2">Simple and clean and holy,</p> + + <p class="i6">Merry and kind</p> + + <p class="i6">As an April wind,</p> + + <p>Happier far for the dawn's good gold</p> + + <p>Than the chinking chaffer-stuff hard and cold.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p class="i4">Thine is the odour of praise</p> + + <p class="i2">In the loved little country churches;</p> + + <p class="i4">Thine are the ancient ways</p> + + <p class="i2">Which the new Gold Age besmirches;</p> + + <p class="i6">Cordials, wine</p> + + <p class="i6">And posies are thine,</p> + + <p>The adze-cut beams with thy bunches fraught,</p> + + <p>And the kist-laid linen by maidens wrought.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p class="i4">Clean bodies, kind hearts, sweet + souls,</p> + + <p class="i2">Delight and delighted endeavour,</p> + + <p class="i4">A spirit that chants and trolls,</p> + + <p class="i2">A world that doth ne'er dissever</p> + + <p class="i6">The body's hire</p> + + <p class="i6">And the heart's desire;</p> + + <p>Ah, bright leaves bruised and brown leaves dry,</p> + + <p>Odours that bid this world go by.</p> + </div> + + <div class="stanza"> + <p>W.B.</p> + </div> + </div> + <hr /> + + <blockquote> + <p>"Once or twice Mr. Dickens has taken the place of + circuit judge when the King's Bench roll has been + repleted."—<i>Evening Paper</i>.</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>This, of course, was before the War. Our judges never + over-eat themselves nowadays.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>From a list of current prices:—</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>"Brazil nuts 1s. 2d., Barcelona nuts 10d. per lb.; + demons 1½d."—<i>Derbyshire Advertiser</i>.</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>No mention being made of the place of origin of the + last-named, it looks very much as if there had been some + trading with the enemy.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>What America says to-day—</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>"Feminist circles are greatly interested in the + announcement made by Dr. Sargeant, of Harvard University, + that women make as good soldiers as men."—<i>Sunday + Pictorial</i>.</p> + </blockquote> + + <p>Canada does to-morrow—</p> + + <blockquote> + <p>"The Canadian Government has issued a proclamation + calling up ... childless widows between the ages of 20 and + 34 comprised in Class 1 of the Military Service + Act."—<i>Yorkshire Evening Paper</i></p> + </blockquote> + <hr /> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="page309" + id="page309"></a>[pg 309]</span> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:100%;"> + <a href="images/309.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/309.png" + alt="" /></a><i>Mike (in bath-chair)</i>. "DID YE SAY + WE'LL BE TURNING BACK, DENNIS? SURE THE EXERCISE WILL + BE DOING US GOOD IF WE GO A BIT FURTHER." + </div> + <hr /> + + <h2>OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.</h2> + + <h4>(<i>By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks.</i>)</h4> + + <p>The numerous members of the public who like to take their + printer's ink with something more than a grain of sea-salt will + welcome <i>Sea-Spray and Spindrift</i> (PEARSON), by their + tried and trusted friend, TAFFRAIL, the creator of <i>Pincher + Martin, O.D.</i> TAFFRAIL, it must be admitted, has a dashing + briny way with him. He doesn't wait to describe sunsets and + storm-clouds, but plunges at once into the thick of things. + Consequently his stories go with a swing and a rush, for which + the reader is duly grateful—that is, if he is a + discerning reader. Of the present collection most were written + some time ago and have no reference to the War. Such, for + instance, is "The Escape of the <i>Speedwell</i>," a capital + story of the year 1805, which may serve to remind us that even + in the glorious days of NELSON the English Channel was not + always a healthy place for British shipping. "The Channel," + says TAFFRAIL, "swarmed with the enemy's privateers.... Even + the merchant-ships in the home-coming convoys, protected though + they were by men-of-war, were not safe from capture, while the + hostile luggers would often approach the English coast in broad + daylight and harry the hapless fishing craft within a mile or + two of the shore." Yet there does not appear to have been a + panic, nor was anyone's blood demanded. <i>Autres temps autres + moeurs</i>. In "The Gun-Runners" the author describes a shady + enterprise undertaken successfully by a British crew; but + nothing comes amiss to TAFFRAIL, and he does it with equal + zest. "The Inner Patrol" and "The Luck of the Tavy" more than + redress the balance to the side of virtue and sound warfare. + Both stories are excellent.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>Among the minor results following the entry of America into + the War has been the release from bondage of several diplomatic + pens, whose owners would, under less happy circumstances, have + been prevented from telling the world many stories of great + interest. Here, for example, is the late Special Agent and + Minister Plenipotentiary of the United States, Mr. LEWIS + EINSTEIN, writing of his experiences <i>Inside Constantinople, + April-September, 1915</i> (MURRAY). This is a diary kept by the + Minister during the period covered by the Dardanelles + Expedition. As such you will hardly expect it to be agreeable + reading, but its tragic interest is undeniable. Mr. EINSTEIN, + as a sympathetic neutral, saw everything, and his comments are + entirely outspoken. We know the Dardanelles story well enough + by now from our own side; here for the first time one may see + in full detail just how near it came to victory. It is a + history of chances neglected, of adverse fate and heroism + frustrated, such as no Englishman can read unmoved. But the + book has also a further value in the light it throws upon the + Armenian massacres and the complicity of Germany therein. + "Though in later years German officialdom may seek to disclaim + responsibility, the broad fact remains of German military + direction at Constantinople ... during the brief period in + which took place the virtual extermination of the Armenian race + in Asia Minor." It is <span class="pagenum"><a name="page310" + id="page310"></a>[pg 310]</span> one more stain upon a + dishonoured shield, not to be forgotten in the final + reckoning.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>I never met a story more aptly named than Mrs. BELLOC + LOWNDES' <i>Love and Hatred</i> (CHAPMAN AND HALL). <i>Oliver + Tropenell</i> worshipped <i>Laura Pavely</i>, who returned this + attachment, despite the fact that she was already married to + <i>Godfrey</i>. <i>Godfrey</i>, for his part, loved <i>Katty + Winslow</i>, a young widow, who flirted equally with him, with + <i>Oliver</i>, and with <i>Laura's</i> undesirable brother, + <i>Gilbert</i>. So much for the tender passion. As for the + other emotion, <i>Oliver</i> naturally hated <i>Godfrey</i>; so + did <i>Gilbert</i>. <i>Laura</i> also came to share their + sentiment. By the time things had reached this climax the + moment was obviously ripe for the disappearance of the much + detested one, in order that the rest of the tale might keep you + guessing which of the three had (so to speak) belled the cat. + Followers of Mrs. LOWNDES will indeed have been anticipating + poor <i>Godfrey's</i> demise for some time, and may perhaps + think that she takes a trifle too long over her arrangements + for the event. They will almost certainly share my view that + the explanation of the mystery is far too involved and + unintelligible. I shall, of course, not anticipate this for + you. It has been said that the works of HOMER were not written + by HOMER himself, but by another man of the same name. This + may, or may not, give you a clue to the murder of <i>Godfrey + Pavely</i>. I wish the crime were more worthy of such an artist + in creeps as Mrs. LOWNDES has proved herself to be.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>The test of the second water, as sellers of tea assure us, + provides proof of a quality for which one must go to the right + market. BARONESS ORCZY has not feared to put her most famous + product, <i>The Scarlet Pimpernel</i>, to a similar trial. + Whether the result of this renewed dilution is entirely + satisfactory I leave you to judge, but certainly at least + something of the well-known and popular aroma of romantic + artificiality clings about the pages of her latest story, + <i>Lord Tony's Wife</i> (HODDER AND STOUGHTON), while at the + bottom of the cup there is not a little dash of the old strong + flavour. On the other hand, though it may be that one's + appetite grows less lusty, it does seem that in all the earlier + chapters there is some undue proportion of thin and rather + tepid preparation for episodes quite clearly on the way, so + that in the end even the masterly vigour of the much advertised + <i>Pimpernel</i>, in full panoply of inane laughter and + unguessed disguise, failed to astound and stagger me as much as + I could have wished. <i>Lord Tony</i> was a healthy young + Englishman with no particular qualities calling for comment, + and his wife an equally charming young French heroine. After + having escaped to England from the writer's beloved Reign of + Terror, the lady and her aristo father were comfortably decoyed + back to France by a son of the people whose qualifications for + the post of villain were none too convincing, and there all + manner of unpleasant things were by way of happening to them, + when enter the despairing husband with the dashing scarlet one + at his side—<i>et voilà tout</i>. The last few + chapters come nearly or even quite up to the mark, but as for + most of the rest, I advise you to take them as read.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>In <i>A Certain Star</i> (HODDER AND STOUGHTON) Miss PHYLLIS + BOTTOME achieves the difficult feat of treating a love + conceived in a romantic vein without declining upon + sentimentality, and seasons her descriptions, which are + shrewdly, sometimes delicately, observed, with quite a pretty + wit. I commend it as a sound, unpretentious, honestly-written + book. <i>Sir Julian Verny</i>, a baronet with brains and a very + difficult temper, falls a captive to <i>Marian's</i> proud and + compelling beauty. Then, just before the War flames up, secret + service claims him, and he returns from a dangerous mission + irretrievably crippled. <i>Marian</i> fails him. True, she + disdains to be released, but out of pride not out of love. It + is little grey suppressed <i>Stella</i> (her light has been + hidden under the dull bushel of a Town Clerk's office) who + comes into her kingdom and wins back an ultra-sensitive + despairing man to the joy of living and working and the fine + humility of being dependent instead of masterful. There are so + many <i>Julians</i> and there's need of so many <i>Stellas</i> + these sad days that it is well to have such wholesome doctrine + stated with so courageous an optimism.</p> + <hr class="short" /> + + <p>There is a sentence on page 149 of <i>A Castle to Let</i> + (CASSELL) which, though not for its style, I feel constrained + to quote: "It was a glorious day, the sunshine poured through + the green boughs, and the moss made cradles in which most + people went to sleep with their novels." Well, given a warm day + and a comfortable resting-place, this book by Mrs. BAILLIE + REYNOLDS would do excellently well either to sleep or keep + awake with, according to your mood. The scene of it is laid in + Transylvania, where a rich young Englishwoman took an old + castle for the summer. Incidentally I have learned something + about the inhabitants of Transylvania, but apart from that I + know now exactly what a novel for the holidays should contain. + Its ingredients are many and rather wonderful, but Mrs. + REYNOLDS is a deft mixer, and her skill in managing no fewer + than three love affairs without getting them and you into a + tangle is little short of miraculous. Then we are given plenty + of legends, mysteries and dreams, just intriguing enough to + produce an eerie atmosphere, but not sufficiently exciting to + cause palpitations of the heart. Need I add that the tenant of + the castle married the owner of it? As she was both human and + sporting, it worries me to think that she may now be + interned.</p> + <hr /> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width:55%;"> + <a href="images/310.png"><img width="100%" + src="images/310.png" + alt="" /></a><i>Patriot Golfer</i> (<i>seeing British + aeroplane and not wanting to take any risks</i>). + "FORE!" + </div> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 11491 ***</div> +</body> +</html> diff --git a/11491-h/images/295.png b/11491-h/images/295.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..0ad6209 --- /dev/null +++ b/11491-h/images/295.png diff --git a/11491-h/images/297.png b/11491-h/images/297.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..6a1136c --- /dev/null +++ b/11491-h/images/297.png diff --git a/11491-h/images/298.png b/11491-h/images/298.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..7fda94d --- /dev/null +++ b/11491-h/images/298.png diff --git a/11491-h/images/299.png b/11491-h/images/299.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..7905214 --- /dev/null +++ b/11491-h/images/299.png diff --git a/11491-h/images/301.png b/11491-h/images/301.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..a4c362f --- /dev/null +++ b/11491-h/images/301.png diff --git a/11491-h/images/302.png b/11491-h/images/302.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..4aaaf0a --- /dev/null +++ b/11491-h/images/302.png diff --git a/11491-h/images/303.png b/11491-h/images/303.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..ee31683 --- /dev/null +++ b/11491-h/images/303.png diff --git a/11491-h/images/304.png b/11491-h/images/304.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..06d7c8d --- /dev/null +++ b/11491-h/images/304.png diff --git a/11491-h/images/305.png b/11491-h/images/305.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..dd0c071 --- /dev/null +++ b/11491-h/images/305.png diff --git a/11491-h/images/306.png b/11491-h/images/306.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..bf6ee2f --- /dev/null +++ b/11491-h/images/306.png diff --git a/11491-h/images/307.png b/11491-h/images/307.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..f854ab3 --- /dev/null +++ b/11491-h/images/307.png diff --git a/11491-h/images/309.png b/11491-h/images/309.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..bab3894 --- /dev/null +++ b/11491-h/images/309.png diff --git a/11491-h/images/310.png b/11491-h/images/310.png Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..27f5db4 --- /dev/null +++ b/11491-h/images/310.png |
