PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI
DECEMBER 26, 1917
Victory is only a question of keeping cool, says VON TIRPITZ. A
long-suffering Fatherland anticipates no difficulty whatever in
following his advice during the winter.
A semi-official message from Berlin declares that Jerusalem was
evacuated because Germany's friends did not desire to see battles
fought over sacred ground. The Sultan of TURKEY is reported to have
wired to the KAISER to think of another.
America is still breaking all records. A native artist has painted
a picture which is said to be sixty feet by nineteen, the largest
miniature ever painted in America.
It is rumoured that at a provincial Tribunal the other day an
applicant asked for a further six months' exemption as he had a wife
and a position in a butter queue to maintain.
It seems useless to attempt to cope with the multiplicity of events in
these days. Cuba has declared war on Austria; the KAISER threatens
to make a Christmas peace offer, and Mr. GEORGE BERNARD SHAW has
described himself as "a mere individual." And this all in one week.
According to Dean INGE, Germany is in many ways the best governed
country in Europe. She certainly seems to have a better governed
clergy than ours.
Much relief is felt at the announcement that rather than endanger the
Allies' "solidarity" Lord LANSDOWNE has promised not to agree with
President WILSON again.
Bloaters have reached the unprecedented price of six-pence each. It
was hoped that, at any rate, over the Christmas season they would
remain within reach of the upper classes.
A man has been charged with stealing a railway sandwich at Harwich. It
appears that the poor fellow, who was lonely, wanted to take it home
as a pet.
A contemporary has a headline, "Swearing in the New French Cabinet."
They are beginning early.
For adding water to his employer's milk a dairyman's assistant has
been sent to prison. Innocent dairymen must of course be protected.
Smokers complain that they are discovering unfamiliar substances in
their tobacco. A sensation has been caused by the expert statement
that they are tobacco.
Orchids were sold for as little as two-pence each at a recent sale,
and alarmed growers are clamouring for the immediate appointment of an
An evening paper correspondent has complained that he has searched
the shops in vain for a tortoise. So far the various Government
Departments have maintained a dignified silence.
It is all nonsense for a contemporary to say that the blizzard in the
North on a recent Saturday did no damage. Several of the football
results were delayed.
While visiting Seaton College, New York, the other day, Mr. ROOSEVELT
saluted a statue of ALEXANDER THE GREAT. We have always maintained
that there is nothing petty about the EX-PRESIDENT.
The most striking announcement of the year 1917 comes just when it is
almost used up. "There is a steady demand for money," says a Stock
A mummified duck, estimated to be two thousand years old, has been
discovered in a sandstone stratum in Iowa. It is not often that the
poulterers of Iowa are caught napping.
An American policeman is said to have written two successful musical
comedies. If we remember rightly it was an English policeman who first
composed the Frog's March.
At a Guildford charity fete the winner of a hurdle race was awarded a
new-laid egg. If he succeeds in winning it three years in succession
it is to become his own property.
The L.B. & S.C. Railway desire to state that the train from which the
deserter jumped without injuring himself was not really doing its
A burglar was discovered concealed beneath the counter of a Leicester
butter-merchant's shop. It is understood that he came early to avoid
* * * * *
[Illustration: _Manager_. "WHY DON'T YOU GET IN THE MIDDLE OF THE
_Tenor_ (_haughtily_). "I PREFER STAYING WHERE I AM."
_Manager_. "ALL RIGHT--ALL RIGHT! I SUPPOSE YOU THINK YOU'LL BE ABLE
TO POP DOWN THE EUPHONIUM IF THERE'S AN AIR-RAID."]
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with the cases.
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"AFFAIRS IN RUSSIA.
[printed upside down: "MILITARY DICTATORSHIP"] "EXPECTED."--_Egyptian
It looks as if the expectation has been upset.
* * * * *
"The defendant expressed regret that having misunderstood a
newspaper paragraph he charged one penny for a box of 'Pilot
matches.' Directly his attention was drawn to the matter he at
once charged the correct price, 3s. 43/4d."--_South London Press_.
Our journalists should really be more careful not to mislead honest
* * * * *
WITH THE AUXILIARY PATROL.
I do not think there was a single man of the ship's company who bore
the loss of poor Mnemosyne dry-eyed. From the lieutenant down to the
trimmer we had become sincerely attached to this affectionate little
creature, and when unhappily, during the temporary absence of the
steward, she ventured to circumvent the rim of an open condensed
milk-tin, missed her footing and succumbed to a clammy death, there
was not a more unhappy trawler patrolling the North Sea than ours.
She was a weevil and I found her in my ship's biscuit. From the first
I recognised that she was no ordinary weevil; her stately bearing, the
fine upward curl of her moustachios, but, more than anything else, the
intelligent, often humorous gleam in her big black eyes elevated her
at once above the mass of her compatriots. She took to me wonderfully:
I secured her confidence with a piece of boiled cat-fish, and
thenceforth we were scarcely ever apart. Not that she resented the
advances of the rest of the crew--she was no snob, and would eat from
the hand of the trimmer as readily as from my own, and allow anyone to
stroke her; but it was I who taught her to sit up and beg, to "die for
her country," to droop her antennae whenever the name of VON TIRPITZ
was mentioned, and to wave them for Sir DAVID BEATTY. She would often
sit with me in the wireless cabin whilst I was on watch, and never
once did she disturb me during the receiving of a message by
boisterous or noisy behaviour.
We had other weevils at different times, but none so intelligent or so
faithful as Mnemosyne. The lieutenant tamed one, and, being a devotee
of science and despising the arts, he named him Newton Darwin; but
he was a foolish fellow at the best and continually getting into
somebody's way. The lieutenant offered to back him against Mnemosyne
for a race across the cabin table, and we made a match of it. The
betting was three to two in favour of Newton Darwin, because the third
hand, who had once been employed in a racing-stable, had been heard to
remark that he had very fine quarters. The stakes were half a plug of
It was a walk-over. On the word "Go" Mnemosyne positively leapt
forward, took a crease in the tablecloth in her stride and completed
the course, which measured sixteen inches, in the remarkable time of
seven and two-fifths minutes. Newton Darwin was left standing; indeed
he never attempted to race, but, after staring about vacantly for some
minutes, ambled leisurely off in the opposite direction, where he had
seen a breadcrumb.
This victory was very popular, and the third hand was roundly abused
for suggesting that Mnemosyne had been doped. Even if Newton had got
away with the pistol he would never have stood a chance against her.
She was the fleetest weevil I ever saw.
Another weevil was Bertie, who belonged to the second engineer, but
he was caught pilfering the skipper's private supply of fresh butter,
which he kept in a jar in his bunk and was very jealous of, so Bertie
had to be made away with. He walked the plank at daybreak one grey
stormy morning just off the Nethermost Ruff of the Dogger. The second
was very upset for a day or two; he said he would have staked anything
on Bertie's honesty.
We kept Mnemosyne for over two months, and never once did she
misconduct herself or behave in an unseamanlike manner. Her one
failing, if such it can be called, was a weakness for condensed milk,
and this it was that led to her untimely end. We had come to regard
her as one of the crew, and had a little lifebelt made for her in case
of need. Jones, our signaller, who has poetical moments, was inspired
by her to make verse, which began:--
There is something very evil
In the war-whoop of a weevil.
This was indignantly censored as a libel, but he excused himself on
the plea that "evil" was the only possible rhyme to be found for
"weevil," and declared that his very last intention had been to be
personal or to cast the least reflection on the lovable disposition of
Mnemosyne, so we forgave him with a caution.
Well, Mnemosyne is gone, and the ship seems a dull place without this
exhilarating little pet. Never so long as ship's biscuits continue
to buckle the jack-knives of British seafarers will there be another
weevil like Mnemosyne.
We flew the White Ensign at halfmast from dawn to sundown on the day
* * * * *
A RASH ACT.
Extract from the report of a ladies' Lacrosse Club:--
"The deplorable habit of scratching with no sufficient reason,
just before a practice, has mounted almost to a disease."
* * * * *
"Will any kind gentleman help an Indian with a loan of Rs. 7,000
at 6%? No risk. Gentleman having deep love for mother will
understand advertiser's noble cause. No brokers should
What's the matter with brokers? Aren't they also born of woman?
* * * * *
LIPS AND THEIR LESSONS.
["General PERSHING has collected round him a staff of thin-lipped
determined men."--_The Observer_.]
If physiognomists are right,
And faces count as half the battle,
We clearly ought not to invite
Comparison with sheep or cattle,
But rather should improve the features
That mark us off from humbler creatures.
Eyebrows projecting like a bush
Are facial assets to be prized,
Denoting driving-power and push
In men however undersized
(Bear's grease or paraffin or both
Will largely stimulate their growth).
The fish-like and lethargic eye
We should endeavour to efface,
And foster visual orbs that vie
With those of eagles in its place;
While belladonna's artful use
An extra brilliance may produce.
Nor are there wanting ways and means
Enabling experts to impose
By sundry suitable machines
Fine character upon the nose;
And nasal dignity, we find,
Promptly reacts upon the mind.
But those who in this great reform
Of face and feature are engrossed
Agree that to enforce a norm
In labial fabric matters most;
The lips that help a race to win
Unquestionably must be thin.
Therefore with pleasure unalloyed
We learn that great Columbia's sons,
With PERSHING busily employed
In laying plans to down the Huns,
According to a trusty pen
Are "thin-lipped and determined men."
* * * * *
On the retirement of certain Tanks from their War Bond duties:--
"They can understand, we hope, how very jolly it has been to have
them, and how sorry we are to see them go. We shall probably sing
those typical English ballads 'Auld Lang Syne' and 'Will ye no
come back again?'"--_Daily Paper_.
A Scottish correspondent suggests the addition of a few other "typical
English ballads," such as "The Wearing of the Green," "Men of
Harlech," "The Star-Spangled Banner" and "The Marseillaise."
* * * * *
"Applications will be received by Mr. J. Arnold, Chairman of the
Bathurst Municipality, for a TOWN CLERK, whose duties will be
the following, viz.: Competent Bookkeeper, Sanitary Inspector,
Street Inspector, and to supervise labour party on roads, Native
Location Inspector, Dog Tax Collector, Ranger, Caretaker of the
Municipal Dipping Tank and be able to mix dip. Kafir language
essential."--_South African Paper_.
And he'll want a lot of it.
* * * * *
[Illustration: THE WAIT. HIS MASTER'S VOICE. "I'VE NOTHING FOR YOU. GO
* * * * *
[Illustration: Mr. Podgers (persuasively hospitable). "NOW
COME, GRANDMA, DO ALLOW ME TO GIVE YOU JUST A LITTLE--SAY FIVE
* * * * *
SIDNI THE STOREMAN.
FRAGMENT OF AN EDDA.
At the downcome of darkness
Up to the trenches
Fared he forth,
Sidni the Storeman.
On bent back
Bore he the Rum Jar,
Bringing a boon
To the Folk in the Front Line.
Scatheful the sky
With no stars shining;
Monstrous the mud
That lay deep on the Duck Boards.
A weary while
Wandered he on;
No wit he wotted
Of fate that followed
Stalking his steps.
So passed he the posts
All silent and sunken
In mire and murk,
Till fearful he felt for
The doubtful Duck Boards
No longer beneath him.
Then spake Sidni,
Steward of Stores:
"Now know I well
I have come to the Country
That men name No Man's;"
And with woe his heart
Waxed heavy within him
For horror of Hun Folk
Who crawl in the craters.
Then there arose
Dim in the darkness
The face and form
Of Heinrik the Hun
With hand upheld
Bearing a bomb.
But fear filled the heart
Of Sidni the Storeman,
And with force of fear
Raising the Rum Jar
Drave he adrad
At the face of the foeman.
Down sank the Slayer
And over his face
Unloosed ran the liquor.
Then Heinrik the Hun
Sang he this Swan Song:
"Hero, I hail thee,
Godlike who givest
Fire and Sweetness
Born of a blow.
Loki art thou,
Or Wotan the one-eyed
Coming to call me
Away to Walhall.
Happy I haste
To the Hall of the Heroes;
Point thou the Path!
I come! I come!"
But fast with the force
Of the fear that was in him
Fled Sidni the Storeman
Back to the Britons
And came by chance
Straightway to his section,
Bearing the Rum Jar
Now lacking the liquor.
Then, puffing with pride
And the pace of his running,
Told he a tale
Of the Slaying of Seven;
But little belief
In the count of the killing
Gat Sid from the section,
At the loss of the liquor.
And one thing Erb,
Erb that erstwhile
Hight his old Pal,
Had for an answer:
"Bale hast thou brought
And rede of bale
Have I for thee."
Then troth they took
And oath swear betwixt them
That for four years full
Or the War's duration
He should draw and drink
Sid's ration of Rum.
So doom was decreed
For the loss of the liquor.
But Sidni the Storeman
Transferred to the Transport.
* * * * *
"UNION OF DEMONCRATIC CONTROL."
_Leicester Daily Mercury_.
Is this a misprint or a criticism?
* * * * *
THE WATCH DOGS.
My Dear Charles,--I don't know that I think so much of these alliances
after all, and I'll tell you why.
When I first heard that my old friend Italy was in trouble I paraded
my officer at once. "Stand to attention, George," I said, "and tell me
what we are going to do about it."
"Oh, that'll be all right," said he. "I've booked my seat in the
I think that George, my subordinate, sometimes forgets who I am and
what importance attaches to me. I feel that he ought at least to
consult me formally before he decides what instructions I am going to
issue to him. After all, I am only fifteen years younger than he is.
"You will proceed forthwith to Italy," I said, "and will there study
the local conditions on the spot. You will then take such action as
the occasion seems to you to demand." George was cleaning out his
pipe, so for once he didn't interrupt. "You will report progress to
me in triplicate."
George frowned. Having been the Supreme White Man in some African
district for dozens of years before the War, all his hair seems to
have got into his eyebrows, and his frown is a terrible thing to see.
"At any rate," I said, "you might just drop me a post-card to tell me
how you're getting on."
George's eyebrows stood at ease and then stood easy.
"It's all very well for you," I added. "But what about me, when it
comes to totting up your travelling allowances later on?"
George has private means, which work out at about one-and-fourpence,
less income tax, a day. Consequently he is a little careless about
money matters. "Oh, that'll be all right," he said.
* * * * *
George was away for three weeks. What he did all the time I'm sure
I don't know, though I kept on reporting to my superiors that the
necessary steps were being taken and the requisite measures were being
initiated. When he got back he wanted to start in at once telling me
all about it. But I said no, and insisted on getting down to the War.
"In making out travelling claims," I said, producing the appropriate
Army Form, "care should be taken to comply with the instructions
contained in the King's Regulations. We have a quarter of an hour
before your breakfast will be ready. Let us deal with our more
formidable enemies, the Pay People, first."
George is the sort of person who gets you into trouble on the very
first line of any Army Form. Asked as to his rank, he told me he was a
Second Lieutenant in the Army, temporary Lieutenant, acting Captain.
All these ranks get a different rate of allowance. Which of the three
was George in fact?
"A man of your age ought to know better," I said.
We were half-an-hour late for breakfast, and even so George hadn't got
to the station of departure, as far as A.F.O. 1771 was concerned.
I determined to devote the morning to the matter, clearing the court
for the purpose. Our Mr. Booth, however, who is intolerably precise
and accurate in these matters, had profited by my absence at breakfast
to collect a folio of relevant Orders and Instructions, numbered one
to seventy-three consecutively.
It all sounds so simple, doesn't it? You get so many francs a day for
subsistence, and so many francs a night for accommodation, in France;
so many lire a day for subsistence, and so many lire a night for
accommodation, in Italy. Ah yes, but you don't know George when he is
in action. Not content with travelling in the dark, and so subsisting
by night when he ought to be accommodated, and being accommodated by
day when he ought to be subsisting, he could never make up his mind
to stay in the same country for two days together. As to his constant
movements from one country to the other, three times he had supposed
he had finished with Italy and was due back in France; each time
he had got comfortably across the frontier into France he had been
recalled to Italy. Never once had he the sense to cross the frontier
on the stroke of midnight, and so make a complete twenty-four hours
of it on each side, and all the time the rate of exchange was varying
by a fraction. But, as George said, it wasn't himself who was
manipulating the rate of exchange as between the two countries, and
courtesy to allied nations prevented him from manipulating the trains.
It was towards teatime when he satisfied me of his own innocence on
these points; but don't run away with the idea that by this time we
were well on with the business. We had barely as much as started. How
are you to fix the "date of journey" in such a manner as to give the
traveller a clear night for accommodation in one country, or a clear
day for subsistence in another, when he leaves his home at 5.15 P.M.,
arrives at the end of the first stage at 6.10 P.M., sleeps in a hotel
till 11 P.M., gets in the train at thirty-five minutes past, crosses
the frontier at 2 P.M. on the following day, arrives at his Italian
destination at 5 A.M. on the morning after that, and then, if you
please, goes to bed in another hotel? Old soldier though I am, there
didn't seem to me to be a single line in a single column which I could
satisfactorily fill in. True, there was the space for "Remarks," but
our Mr. Booth was quite sure that my remarks were not what the Pay
People called for.
By this time I was for giving in, but George was now the persistent
one. It was never his pocket he cared for; it was just one of his
confounded principles not to be beaten by anything, not even an Army
Form. I expressed some surprise that in the course of this tour of
duty he had not managed to find his way to America for an hour or two,
if only to complicate my business with the dollar question...
I read the whole Form again, from start to finish, including the bit
about vouchers being required for any unusual expenditure, such as
cab-fares of over ten shillings. I then told George to write down on
a piece of paper how much money he had when he started on his silly
journey, and how much he had in hand when he got back; to deduct the
latter from the former and tell me the result; to go away, leave me
to wrestle all night with the problem, come back next morning at
nine, remain motionless and strictly in one country in the meanwhile,
neither accommodated nor subsisting. He gave me the figure, 173
francs, and never mentioned the subject to me again for days owing to
the sullen fury he noted in my expression every time he cleared his
throat to do so.
After ten days I handed George a chit from the Pay People for "one
hundred and seventy francs for travelling expenses, 30/10/1917 to
20/11/1917, for tour of duty to Italy." George said I had a dashed
fine brain to have worked out the claim; I told him the Pay Man had a
dashed kind heart to settle it. I hadn't been able to avoid mentioning
Italy; but for the rest the Pay Man simply must have thought that
George had driven all the way to the frontier and back in cabs and
done precious little duty on the other side of it. Wouldn't you
have thought so, Charles, if you had received a claim merely for
eighty-five cabs, at two francs a time, and all in France, too?
* * * * *
[Illustration: _Profiteer_. "VELL, 'ERE'TH ANOTHER PENNY FOR LOOKIN'
* * * * *
From a church notice-board:--
'Great God, what do I see and hear?'
Preacher, Rev. Dr. ----.
'Hark! an awful voice is sounding.'
* * * * *
[Illustration: THE DEDUCTIVE MIND.
_Permanent Base Man_ (_in charge of incinerator, to Sanitary
Inspector_.) "YOU CAN TAKE IT FROM ME, CORPORAL, SOME BLIGHTER'S BEEN
PUTTING BOMBS IN THIS INSINUATOR."]
* * * * *
I went into a shop to buy a trench-coat. The shopman came forward with
an air which said quite plainly, "You are a second lieutenant. You
have just obtained a commission from the ranks. You think you do not
want a complete outfit. It is my business to show you that you are
mistaken. You want a complete outfit. Your Sam Browne is second-hand.
You picked your boots up from a Salvage Dump. You cap was used once in
your bathroom at home as a sponge-bag. Your trench-coat is disgusting.
The whole outfit would fail to deceive a man's maiden aunt, so obvious
an attempt is it to mislead the unsophisticated into supposing that
you have arrived here straight from the trenches. I know better. You
have just obtained a commission in the motor-transport section of the
Wessex Home Defence Corps. Gentlemen from the trenches always dress as
if they'd come straight out of a shop like this ... And we don't take
That was what his manner said. What he actually said was noncommittal.
He said, "Yes, Sir?"
I took off my trench-coat and let the glory of three whole stars
dazzle him. He little knew that one of them was "acting," and his
"I do not at present," said I, "require a knife with indispensable
cheese-scoop and marmalade-shredding attachment. My indispensable
steel mirror with patent lanyard and powder puff for attachment to
service revolver is in perfect working order. I already possess two
pairs of marching boots with indispensable trapdoors in each heel
containing complete pedicure set and French-Portuguese dictionaries.
My indispensable fur waistcoats, Indian clubs, ponchos, collapsible
Turkish baths, steel aprons and folding billiard tables have already
brought the weight of my kit nearly up to the allotted thirty-five
pounds. My indispensable cigar cabinet, camouflaged to look like
a water-bottle; my patent and absolutely essential convertible
gramophone which can be changed at a moment's notice into a tin hat;
my caviare lozenges and shampoo tabloids--I have them all. I want a
trench-coat and nothing else."
His face had fallen a little as I spoke. But it lit up again with
a sort of cunning excitement when I said "trench-coat." I wondered
why--then. Now I know. I thought that he was baffled and would say
no more, but I had forgotten the developments of trench warfare.
"This way, Sir," said the shopman.
He led me to a room which combined the architectural style of the
Crystal Palace and Waterloo Station with a touch of the dentist's
waiting-room. There was a khaki tent in the midst of it, and he led me
towards this with the air of a broody hen anticipating the number of
"The Vadecumomnibus trench-coat," said he.
"But it's a tent," I protested.
"It has collapsible aluminium centre seam," he retorted rapidly,
"which can be used as a tent pole in severe weather. On buttoning the
top button this pole telescopes automatically and forms a bullet-proof
spine protector. Each sleeve can be unscrewed and used in an emergency
as a Lewis gun. This is indispensable--"
"Of course," I interrupted. "But I require something quite simple and
straightforward. Just a trench-coat, you understand."
"We have here," he said immediately, "the Gadget coat. It possesses
three hundred button-holes and three hundred buttons. Every single
portion of the coat can be buttoned on to every other part at a
moment's notice. The pockets are detachable and can be used as coffee
cups or finger bowls. The coat itself, when stretched on our patent
aluminium framework, makes an admirable hip-bath."
I played nervously in my pocket with the pin of a live Mills grenade
(overlooked by the A.M.L.O.).
"A simple, straightforward trench-coat," I repeated.
"This," said the shopman, handing me something very like a slice of
plum-pudding--"this is the cross-section of a piece of the cloth out
of which our 'Stopablitey' trench-coat is manufactured. It shows the
strata of the material, consisting of alternate layers of old motor
tyres and reinforced concrete--the whole covered with alligator skin
and proofed with our patent indispensable--"
It was then that I killed him and buried him under a pyramid of
indispensable gadgets. It will be years before they find him.
* * * * *
[Illustration: _Wife_ (_Time 3.45 A.M._). "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"
_Special Constable_. "AIR-RAID DUTY, DEAR."
_Wife_. "WELL, DON'T LET THE CAT OUT."]
* * * * *
If TROTSKY is the Enver Pasha of Russia, ENVER PASHA may be described
as the Turkey Trotzky.
* * * * *
OUR POPULAR EDUCATORS.
A recent article in _The Daily Mail_ began, "Jerusalem, the famous
city of the Bible..."
There is nothing like taking precautions not to talk over the heads of
your readers. We offer a few suggestions on similar lines:--
"Germany, the powerful enemy against whom we are contending in the
present War (1914 onwards)..."
"SHAKSPEARE, the immortal author of _Hamlet_ (the tragedy)..."
"'Blighty', the British soldier's name for England..."
"MOSES, the distinguished lawgiver and prophet..."
"The GERMAN CROWN PRINCE, eldest son of KAISER WILHELM II..."
"EVE, the heroine of the Garden of Eden story..."
"Economy, the virtue imposed on us by the present shortage of food..."
"_The Daily Mail_, a newspaper..."
* * * * *
"CIVIL SERVICE LADIES FOR LONDON TELEPHONE EXCHANGES, over 1 and
under 30 years of age. Minimum height 5ft."--_Evening Paper_.
Many ladies of our acquaintance, although just over the minimum age,
are not yet quite up to the required height.
* * * * *
[Illustration: _Lady_ (_displaying costume in which she is to appear
as the Queen of Sheba in "Biblical Beauties" tableaux at charity
matinee_). "RATHER SWEET, ISN'T IT?"
_Friend_. "MY DEAR, ABSOLUTELY TOPPING. IT MAKES ME FEEL I OUGHT TO
BE DOING WAR-WORK TOO."]
* * * * *
TO SANTA CLAUS.
Historic Santa! Seasonable Claus!
Whose bulging sack is pregnant with delight;
Who comest in the middle of the night
To stuff distracting playthings in the maws
Of stockings never built for infant shins,
Suspended from the mantelpiece by pins.
Thou who on earth wast named Nicholas--
There be dull clods who doubt thy magic power
To tour the sleeping world in half-an-hour,
And pop down all the chimneys as you pass
With woolly lambs and dolls of frabjous size
For grubby hands and wonder-laden eyes.
Not so thy singer, who believes in thee
Because he has a young and foolish spirit;
Because the simple faith that bards inherit
Of happiness is still the master key,
Opening life's treasure-house to whoso clings
To the dim beauty of imagined things.
Wherefore, good Kringle, do not pass me by,
Who am too old, alas! for trains and blocks,
But stuff the Love of Beauty in my socks
And Childlike Faith to last me till I die;
And there'll be room, I doubt not, in the toes
For Magic Cap and Spectacles of Rose.
And not a song of beauty, sung of old,
Or saga of the dead heroic days,
And not a blossom laughing by the ways,
Or wind of April blowing on the wold
But in my heart shall have the power to stir
The shy communion of the worshipper.
Hark! On the star-bright highways of the sky
Light hoofs beat and the far-off sleigh-bell sounds!
Is it old Santa on his gracious rounds
Or one dead legend drifting sadly by?
Not mine to say. And, though I long to peep,
Santa shall always find me fast asleep.
* * * * *
"A clerk was at London Mansion House yesterday charged with
stealing a blouse the property of the governor and directors of
the Bank of England.
"She said she could not understand what made her take it, and,
believing she acted from sudden temptation, the Lord Mayor bound
her over."--_Daily Mail_.
We do not think the "Old Lady of Threadneedle Street" ought to wear
such tempting garments in these times.
* * * * *
"WITH THE ITALIAN ARMY.--The battle, which continues with unabated
fury, is gradually extending along the front from the Brenta
to the Piave, a line of over 11 miles, with its wings on the
Col della Berretta and Monte Spinoncia, north-east of Grappa.
"I learn that for 24 hours the fighting was marked by a
determination in counter-attacks which has never yet been
exceeded. No fewer than four times Colonel della Berretta
changed hands."--_Scots Paper_.
We hope the gallant officer is none the worse for his game of
* * * * *
[Illustration: AN INEXPENSIVE LUXURY.
FIRST KAISER (WILHELM). "I AM THINKING OF SENDING THIS BIRD OF
PEACE FORTH AGAIN. WE CAN AFFORD TO BE MAGNANIMOUS."
SECOND KAISER (KARL). "WELL, WE CERTAINLY CAN'T AFFORD ANYTHING
* * * * *
ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.
_Monday, December 17th._--On the whole the Lords gave a friendly
reception to the Franchise Bill. They have learned a good deal
since 1911. Even Lord SALISBURY forebore on this occasion his usual
intention to die in the last ditch, and was ready to let the Bill
pass, provided that Proportional Representation was included in it.
The most vehement criticism came from Lord BRYCE, who viewed with
alarm the addition of six million women to the electorate. Women,
he declared, neither met nor talked--an assertion which surprised
the more married peers. Lord BURNHAM supported "P.R." with the
self-sacrificing argument that the Press would become too powerful
if minorities had no way of expressing their views except in the
newspapers. Perhaps he doesn't want another letter from Lord
[Illustration: A QUEUE FOR THE COMMONS.]
Mr. HOGGE is usually so assiduous in his attendance that I was
surprised at his sudden departure just before Sir C. KINLOCH-COOKE put
a question to the FOOD CONTROLLER. But when I found that the question
related to "the political as well as the economic effect of the new
regulation governing the sale of pigs" I recognised the delicacy of
his action in withdrawing. Mr. CLYNES, however, had nothing to say on
the political aspect of the question; and shortly afterwards Mr. HOGGE
The Members whose interrogatory activities it is sought to curb are,
for the most part, like the objects in a museum, more curious than
exhilarating; but there are some, I am afraid, whose questions are
intentionally mischievous, and by their mere appearance on the
notice-paper give comfort and even information to our foes. Mr. BONAR
LAW'S announcement that the Government would, during the Christmas
holidays, consider how to mitigate the nuisance met with noisy
objection from Mr. LYNCH, Mr. PRINGLE and other Members. The most
original contribution to the discussion came from Mr. HOLT, who
innocently inquired whether the Government would mind laying before
the House a statement of the harmful questions which had been asked.
Possibly he was thinking of the famous edition of MARTIAL in which all
epigrams of doubtful propriety were excluded from the main text and
collected in the appendix.
The SECRETARY for SCOTLAND, speaking at break-neck speed, managed to
give the House within the space of ten minutes an outline of the Bill
which he hopes will maintain for Scotland her primacy in education.
The new MUNRO doctrine did not, however, appeal to everybody, and
there were ominous cries of dissent when he announced his intention
of disestablishing the School Boards and putting the denominational
schools on the rates.
Lord RHONDDA listened from the Peers' Gallery to the debate on Food
Control, and received a quantity of advice which should help him to
mind his p's and q's, particularly the latter. His lieutenant, Mr.
CLYNES, improved the reputation that he has already acquired at
Question-time, and was able to bring a little personal experience
to bear upon the most vexed question of the day. "Members of my own
household," he said, "have stood in these queues, and I know something
of their hardships." That is why, no doubt, he has urged upon his
chief the formation of a Consumers' Council, to aid the Ministry in
its deliberations. Mr. TILLETT seized the opportunity to make his
maiden speech, and reminded the House that when they talked of queues
at home they should not forget those other queues in the trenches. For
the sake of the men who had lined up in our defence it was for us to
see that their wives and children got their proper supply of food.
_Tuesday, December 18th._--It was curious to hear Mr. LEES-SMITH, that
stickler for freedom of expression, complaining that a London paper
had published an article attacking M. CAILLAUX; and the House was
amused by Lord ROBERT CECIL'S suggestion that the hon. Member should
furnish him with ideas for the more stringent control of newspapers.
Mr. PETO was alarmed by an alleged increase in the export of footwear
to Switzerland, and particularly to villages on the German frontier.
He yields to none in his desire to give the KAISER the boot, but
not in any surreptitious manner. Lord WOLMER comforted him with the
statement that the bulk of the exports consisted of women's and
children's shoes, quite useless to the Germans until they get down
to their 1930 class.
The HOME SECRETARY announced an increase in the War-bonus to the
police from eight shillings to twelve shillings. With leather at its
present price it was good to hear that the Government had been mindful
of their extremities.
* * * * *
[Illustration: _Coastguard_ (_rung up by the Military_). "NOT SO MUCH
OF YER 'ACK! ACK! AND YER OLD 'PIP EMMA!' LET'S 'AVE THE BLOOMIN'
* * * * *
THE YOUNGEST GENERATION.
"What shall he have that killed the deer?" someone asks somebody else
in _As You Like It_. But there is a better question than that, and it
is this--"What shall they have that preserve the little dears?" and
the answer (if I can do anything to influence it) is--honour and
support; for there can be no doubt that in these critical times, when
the life of the best and bravest and strongest is so cheap, no duty is
more important than the cherishing of infancy.
At a _Creche_ in Notting Hill I watched, the other day, some of this
cherishing in progress, and it was a pleasant and stimulating sight.
The institution was in existence in a small way before the War, but it
has recently been enlarged and made scientific, to meet the greater
needs which the War has set up, and it is now able to act as foster
mother to seventy mites, from the age of one month to four years,
whose real mothers are for the most part engaged in war work. That is
a good piece of citizenship, is it not? And to watch it in being is an
education in those wonderful things to the eye of man--the solicitude
and patience and capability of woman. The noise alone, whether of
joy or of transitory grief, would drive most men frantic; but these
devoted souls, knowing that it is all part of the game, proceed with
an unearthly composure through it all--undressing their charges,
dressing them, washing them, feeding them, beguiling them; in a word,
tending them, from morning till evening.
The children begin to arrive, brought either by their mothers, their
"Little Mothers" (I mean sisters) or their brothers, between 8 and
9--some in arms and some in perambulators and some in go-carts; and
then they are immediately divested of their home clothes, popped
into warm baths three or four at a time, and dressed in the clothes
belonging to the _Creche_. For the rest of the day they wear these
clothes and sleep, eat, play and, when it amuses them more to do so,
cry, until the time comes to be put back into their own garments
and be taken away. By some strange instinct their relations, I am
informed, know them again, and very few mistakes occur; and so
gradually, in the neighbourhood of seven o'clock, peace descends on
this corner of Notting Hill once more.
The place is sheer Lilliputia: for everything is on a reduced scale.
Scores of little beds round the walls, with little pillows and little
coverlets; scores of little chairs; a long table so low that it seems
to be the footstool of a giant's wife, with little benches beside
it for their little meals. In the centre of the room are two little
pounds, with railings so close together as not to be crawled through,
where the more adventurous ones can be kept out of mischief in the
company of woolly toys; and outside is a loggia place with little
cradles for the babies who want more air to sleep in.
Such is the Stoneleigh Street Creche, and in order to realise what
admirable and desirable functions it fulfils--principally by voluntary
aid, for the capitation fee of half-a-crown a week is, of course,
quite insufficient to maintain it--one has only to imagine what the
lot of these helpless little creatures would be if they were left in
their motherless homes. Not only would they be far less happy but far
less healthy; and it is upon healthy babies that England's future must
be founded. If any reader of _Punch_, then, should be in doubt as to
what to do with a little surplus money, let the little requirements
of these little people be remembered. The address to which donations
should be sent is: The Secretary, Notting Hill Day Nursery, Stoneleigh
Street, Notting Hill, W.
* * * * *
INTERESTING EXAMPLE OF LONGEVITY?
"Richard ----, D.D., a member of the elder branch of the family,
was a contemporary and friend of Ben Jonson, and his portrait in
oils, by Romney, is now an heirloom."--_Provincial Paper_.
* * * * *
"The stationmaster was then kidnipped--he is a married
man."--_Standard_ (_Buenos Aires_).
Possibly henpecked as well.
* * * * *
[Illustration: "A SEASON FOR FRESH AIR AND ROOM TO
BREATHE."--_Quotation from one of the above Railway's
* * * * *
(_BY MR. PUNCH'S STAFF OF LEARNED CLERKS_.)
Those who like to read familiar letters--and I confess it is one
of my favourite literary distractions--will find matter very much
to their mind in _Some Hawarden Letters_ (NISBET), compiled by L.
MARCH-PHILLIPS and BERTRAM CHRISTIAN. It is a collection of letters
addressed to Miss MARY GLADSTONE before and after her marriage to Mr.
DREW. Sitting at the centre she seems to have held together her circle
by golden threads of confidence and intimacy. Here you will learn how
RUSKIN was brought to visit Hawarden, and how he entirely altered
his views on Mr. GLADSTONE, going so far as to suppress a number of
_Fors Clavigera_ in which slighting allusion had been made to him.
Here, too, you will find Lord ACTON, who deeply disapproved of Mr.
GLADSTONE'S conduct in paying a memorial tribute of respect and eulogy
to Lord BEACONSFIELD. ACTON'S list of the hundred best books (or,
to be strictly accurate, of ninety-nine of them) is also given. It
provides heavy reading for a hundred years at the very least. As a
set-off to this ponderosity there are the letters of BURNE-JONES,
fresh, amiable and delightful, as also those of Professor JAMES
STUART, which are among the best in the collection. Mr. A.J. BALFOUR
appears as the owner of four concertinas, on which he was willing "to
play with anyone who would accompany him through any of the oratorios
of Handel." RUSKIN writes to CARLYLE, addressing him as "Dearest
Papa," and signing himself "Ever your faithful and loving son." The
letters of GEORGE WYNDHAM are a charming collection, shining with hope
and idealism yet never losing their touch of the firm earth. This book
was nearly completed by the late Mr. MARCH PHILLIPS, and after his
untimely death the task was brought to a conclusion by Mr. CHRISTIAN.
On the whole the work has been done with great discretion, but there
is a passage relating to GEORGE ELIOT on pp. 193, 194 which ought to
have been omitted.
* * * * *
Miss MILLS YOUNG tells us that _John Musgrave_, the middle-aged hero
of _Coelebs_ (LANE), "was not a prig, but he came perilously near to
being one at times." Well, if anyone ought to know, it is his creator,
so I will accept her word for it, though for myself I should have
called him a first-class prig. The little village in which he lived
his bachelor existence was invaded by some up-to-date people who took
the Hall, and proceeded to liven up things. _Mrs. Chadwick_ freely
shocked the poor man; she smoked, was a reckless conversationalist and
had modern ideas, all which disturbed the decorous manner of his life.
Moreover, she had taken upon herself the heavy task of finding him
a wife, and _John's_ phlegmatic heart began to flutter when he saw
_Peggy_, her lady-gardener and niece, standing on a ladder, in blue
trousers. He was incensed by such apparel, but he was also intrigued.
From that moment his number, as they say, was up. Apart from a
dog-incident, which is far too prolonged, and some rather cheap
sarcasm at the expense of a wretched spinster, this tale of _John's_
conversion from something drier than dust to a human being is neatly
told. All the same I prefer Miss YOUNG'S South African stories.
* * * * *
My conjecture about _The Magic Gate_ (HUTCHINSON) is that its author,
MAUD STEPNEY RAWSON, found herself with two stories to choose from,
one of the Gate itself, and another of the romance of _Lydia_ and
_John Wodrush_. In my opinion she chose the wrong one. The history of
the _Wodrush_ elopement, compressed to a couple of pages, seems to me
far more original and interesting than the present rather unwieldy
tale. _The Magic Gate_ is a war-novel confessed, and I can only fancy
that the thronging new sensations of the past three years have proved
a little too much for Mrs. RAWSON'S sense of form. She is so anxious
that her heroine and her readers shall miss nothing of it all that in
the result the plot is lost in a maze of incidents that lead nowhere.
The effect produced on a small country society by the early phases
of the War is shown deftly enough. But perhaps posterity will find
in such a record a more compelling interest than we can to whom it
is still so familiar in every unforgettable detail. One other ground
of complaint I have against the book is that its most original and
attractive character, the American woman to whose generosity _Jennet_
owes her occupancy of Fullbrook Manor, is banished at an early page,
and submarined just when I was looking for her reappearance. Hers is
yet another story with which Mrs. RAWSON might have entertained me
better than by this of _The Magic Gate_, which I found a trifle creaky
on its hinges.
* * * * *
_Senlis_ (COLLINS) is one of the many places that have been
systematically destroyed by the Germans. It is difficult for anyone
who has not seen the results with his own eyes to realise the
business-like thoroughness which the Hun brings to this congenial
task. That a part (and the most beautiful) of the town still stands
does not imply that he yielded either to slackness or to aesthetic
refinement. True that Miss CICELY HAMILTON relates a pleasing story
that Senlis was saved from utter destruction by the entreaties of the
_cure_, but, all the same, I think the real reason why the Bosch did
not complete his work was that he was bundled out bag and baggage
before he had time to add the finishing touches. Miss HAMILTON clearly
and soberly states the case against him, and makes it all the more
damning by her frank recognition that many of the horrors of war,
whoever makes it, are inevitable. Her delightful account of Senlis
itself, admirably illustrated with photographs, is certain to
appeal to all lovers of the charm of old French towns; and the more
poignantly when they recall how narrowly the best of its beauty
escaped from the hand of the spoiler.
* * * * *
* * * * *
MR. PUNCH AS PROPAGANDIST.
I don't know what decided him to do it. I think he must have been
a little fed up with our silly British way (rather attractive, all
the same) of assuming that the whole world is bound to recognise
the justice of our point of view without the use of propaganda to
stimulate its intelligence.
Or else he had read somewhere that the Bolsheviks had been flooding
the Hun trenches with Socialist literature and that the German
Headquarters Staff had protested against this kind of thing as being
contrary to etiquette, and he thought he couldn't go far wrong if he
did something that was contrary to Bosch etiquette.
Anyhow he started off in his Bouverie biplane to distribute a million
or so leaflets of his own composition over the whole expanse of the
Fatherland. It has been my privilege to read a sample which he handed
to me just before leaving earth. It runs as follows:--
"GERMANS--Your Kaiser has taken good care that his Press should keep
you in ignorance of the feelings with which your nation is regarded
by the civilized world. I am therefore about to oblige you with a few
"You have probably heard a rumour that we and our Allies have no
quarrel with the German people, but only with its rulers. Don't you
believe a word of it. Possibly we still respected you when the War
began, for we had not guessed how many of you had been looking forward
for years to the coming of 'The Day.' It is what we have found out
about you since you started fighting that has made us loathe and
"When, as a nation, you accepted without protest the filthy savagery
of your armies in Belgium and other occupied lands; when even your
women were vile in their cruelty to the helpless prisoners you had
taken; when you rang your church bells and waved flags and took
holidays for joy of the murder of innocent women and children, we were
not deceived by apologists who explained that your only defect was
that you were the slaves of a brutal militarism (though you were that,
all right). We knew that you must have something of the beast in your
hearts. How it got there was another matter; we only knew that it was
there and that while it remained you were not fit for intercourse with
"Another thing that you may have heard (for even some of our own
statesmen, reputed intelligent, have said it, and it has no doubt been
eagerly seized upon by the officials who control your Press), is that
your form of Government, the particular pattern of tyranny under which
you elect to grovel, is no concern of ours. Well, don't you believe
that either. This is no question of private taste, like the cut of
your shoulder-pads or the shape of your women's waists, which are
matters of purely local interest. Your type of Government is as much
our concern; as the quality of your poison-gas or the composition of
the bombs that you drop on our babies.
"I am reminded of the nonsense that used to be talked by responsible
statesmen at the time when you were feverishly building a fleet to
dispute our right to ensure the freedom of the seas. We were told that
you were at perfect liberty to do so if you chose, and that it was not
for us to interfere with your arrangements. Yet everybody knew all the
time that there was nothing in the world that concerned us so closely.
If France had been massing troops on your frontier you would at once
have asked her to state her intentions, or even possibly have taken
action without asking her. Well, the sea is our frontier.
"You are to understand, then (whatever anybody may say), that
everything done in Germany that bears immediately upon our relations
with your State is of prime concern to us. Our desire for peace is as
strong as your need of it; but we cannot afford to make terms with a
Government whose word, as we have proved, is not worth the paper they
write it on--who would treat any peace as a mere armistice to give
them breathing-space for preparing a fresh war. No, if you want peace
you will have to displace your present rulers. You are so good at
'substitutes' that you ought to have no difficulty about that.
"And the sooner the better for you. For as this War drags on we are
not getting to love you more. Even now it will take you at least a
generation to purge your offence and get back into the community of
civilized nations. But there is another thought that is more likely to
affect your thick commercial hides, and it is this. Unless you take
steps, and pretty soon, to put yourselves in a position in which we
can treat with you, you will be boycotted in the markets of the world,
and you will go bankrupt. It is for you, the German people, to decide
whether you choose this fate. Meanwhile Time presses and the sands run
Such was the matter of the leaflet that Mr. Punch rained down from his
Bouverie biplane (fortunately invulnerable) upon the cities of the
Fatherland. Till now the German people, fed on windy tales of triumph
in place of solid food, had borne their sufferings patiently as trials
incident to all wars even when you are told that you are winning them.
This was the first intimation they had received of the facts. For the
first time they had a chance of seeing themselves as others saw them.
He carried no bombs, but as he flew over Potsdam he could not refrain
from letting fall, by way of reprisal, a weighty souvenir upon the
purlieus of the Imperial Palace. Dropped at a venture, there is reason
to believe that it fell within measurable distance of the head-piece
of the All-Highest. It was Mr. Punch's
[Illustration: "One Hundred and Fifty-Third Volume."]
* * * * *
* * * * *
At Bay, 319
Belgian Menace (The), 239
Birthday Greeting for Hindenburg (A), 255
Breaking it up, 157
Brusiloff Hug (The), 25
Business of the Moment (The), 41
Dance of Death (The), 271
Freedom Renews Her Vow, 97
Here To-day and Gone To-morrow, 287
How it Strikes a Soldier, 351
How to Lose the War at Home, 303
If Everybody Helped, 383
Inexpensive Luxury (An), 431
"Knightly Manner" (The), 137
Last Crusade (The), 415
Long Live the House of Windsor!, 57
Privileged Disloyalty, 335
Real Voice of Labour (The), 117
Russia's Dark Hour, 77
St. George Out-Dragons the Dragon, 367
Saving of the Race (The), 9
Avanti, Savoia!, 191
Birds of Ill Omen, 361
Burglar Bill, 281
David in Rhonddaland, 377
Democratic Turn (The), 35
East Africa, 393
Fateful Session (A), 69
Great Incentive (A), 329
Great Uncontrolled (The), 345
Inseparable (The), 223
Intruders (The), 129
Nation Demands (The), 3
Need of Men (The), 409
New Loaf (The), 109
Place in the Moon (A), 233
Russia First, 207
Scrapper Scrapped (The), 51
Tuber's Repartee (The), 19
Vive la Chasse!, 297
Wait (The), 425
Counterblast (The), 89
"Keep the Home Fires Burning", 169
Letter and the Spirit (The), 249
Our Unemployed, 217
Perfect Innocence, 201
Reverse of the Medal (The), 185
BIRD, Capt. A.W.
Head Case (A), 148
How to Cure the Bosch, 50
Stocking of Private Parks (The), 128
Tract for Grousers (A), 113
BLAIKLEY, Miss E.L.
Gems from the Juniors, 28
BOWER, W.G. NOTT
P.P.D. (The), 237
Preserving their Prospects, 179
To an Infant Gnu, 258
To my Butcher, 382
To Santa Claus, 430
Deal with China (A), 315
Two Dumb Warriors. I. Hyldebrand, 108
War Dog (The), 228
With the Auxiliary Patrol, 424
BROWN, Miss F.L.R.
Our Souvenir Unit, 212
Tower that passed in the Night, 93
Hymn for High Places, 133
BROWN, Miss L.R.
Le Poilu de Carcassonne, 339
Le Senegalais, 2
Pars with a Punch, 362
Crossbills (The), 206
Signs of Inns, 241
CHANDLER, Miss B.W.
A Surprise Party, 63
CHAYTOR, Rev. H.J.
Lovely Woman, 154
Our Popular Educators, 429
My Pyjamas, 340
Bucephalus and the Road Hogs, 196
Fire-Drill (The), 332
Involuntary Raid (An), 236
Play's the Thing (The), 396
By the Canal in Flanders, 180
Our Innocent Subalterns, 299
Resolution (A), 11
Meditations of Marcus O'Reilly, 402
End of an Episode, 183
If the Paper Shortage increases, 408
Theatrical Correspondence, 380
Tap-room (The), 60
Noms de Guerre, 66
FISH, W.W. BLAIR.
Absentee (The), 4
Herbs of Grace, 308, 324, 417
L'Agent Provocateur, 259
Literal Epoch (A), 74
New Golf (The), 134
"Ships that Pass in the Night", 40
Sugar Control, 218
FOX-SMITH, MISS C.
Clyde-built Clipper (The), 414
Declaration of War (A), 274
Gipsy Soldier (The), 24
Little Things (The), 56
North Atlantic Trade (The), 142
Small Craft, 212
Twelfth (The)--New Style, 104
FYLEMAN, MISS ROSE
Fountain (The), 168
Have You Watched the Fairies?, 34
I Stood Against the Window, 23
There Used to be, 14
White Magic, 380
Yesterday in Oxford Street, 244
Chemin des Dames, 148
Mudlarks (The), 20, 71, 91, 132, 170, 225, 266, 282, 306, 330
Oswald and Co., 256
GARVEY, MISS INA.
Thrills from the Termini, 108
GIBSON, Capt. H.N.
Ideal Medical Board (An), 159
H.Q. Touch (The), 238
GLASGOW, MRS. ROBERTSON.
GORE, Capt. J.
Carp at Miramel (The), 264
Ballad of Eels (A), 164
Books and Books, 403
Change Cure (The), 84
Constable Jinks, 188
Game of His Life (The), 124
In Wild Wales, 228
Lips and their Lessons, 424
Lines on Re-reading "Bleak House," 176
New Mrs. Markham (The), 272, 285, 308, 317, 348
Old Song Re-sung (An), 93
Our Mighty Penmen, 54
Pure English, 243
Rhymes for the Times, 275, 307
Sirens and Their Successors, 43
Spoil-Sport (The), 134
Stanzas on Tea Shortage, 291
Test of Type (The), 196
To "Martin Ross", 412
Tropical Tragedy (A), 260
Weary Watcher (The), 27
Woman as Usual, 5
HEILGERS, MISS LOUISE.
Further Reminiscences, 38
HELME, MISS E.E.
Gentlest Art (The), 92
Mentioned in Despatches, 1
Perfect Customer (The), 412
Second Childhood, 268
At the Dump, 340
Bomber Gipsy (The), 136
Hay Fever, 8
Humiliation of the Palfrey (The), 114
Incorrigibles (The), 76
Investiture (The), 96
Lost Leader (A), 38
Passing of the Cod's Head (The), 174
Rest-Rumour (The), 62
To the Regiment, 419
Trench Code (The), 190
Vengeance (The), 388
Lines to a Hun Airman, 172
Sugar Cards and Wills, 392
Ruined Rapture, 6
HOLMES, Capt.W. KERSLEY.
Hut (The), 386
Jimmy--Killed in Action, 74
Long-faced Chums (The), 192
Semper eadem, 153
Ultimate Outrage (The), 302
V.C. (The), 418
To a Dachshund, 376
Cave Dwellers (The), 252
Only Other Topic (The), 194
Superior Sex (The), 411
Little Match-Girl (The), 173
Poet (The), 324
KNOX, Miss KATHLEEN
Lost Land (A), 187
An Order of the Day, 392
LANGLEY, CAPT. F.O.
Letter from the Front (A), 154
Watch-Dogs (The), 52, 112, 202, 250, 394, 427
Straight Talk with L.G. (A), 193
Bank's Mistake (The), 420
Complete Plasher (The), 356
Going Back, 244
Heart-to-Heart Talks, 30, 62, 114, 172, 290
John Leech. I. To Our Greatest Contributor, 161
Last Match (The), 363
Lost Leader (The), 401
My Aunt Matilda, 388
Sunflower (The), 188
To Lord Rhondda, 13
Vote (The), 46
LETTS, Miss W.M.
Airman (The), 165
Camouflage Conversation, 300
Force of Habit, 248
Great Man (The), 312
Lessons of the War, 34
Letters of a General to his Son, 240
Literary Adviser (The), 360
Pratt's Tours of the Front, 280
At the Play, 115
Essence of Parliament, weekly during Session
Allirap Asras, 273
Art to the Rescue, 404
As (The), 22
Believe Me or Believe Me Not, 385
Boat (The), 44
Convert (The), 180
Door (The), 253
Dr. Sullivan, 61
How to Brighten up the Theatre, 322
John Leech. II. Historian and Prophet, 161
Letter from New York (A), 131
London Mystery Solved (A), 224
Once upon a Time, 354
Peter, the Tempter, 338
Picture Postcards (The), 100
Presence of Mind, 284
Raid Jottings, 240
Reviews for--(The), 122
Stronger than Herself, 298
Study in Symmetry (A), 186
Triumphal Progress (The), 204
Two Missing Numbers (The), 12
Youngest Generation (The), 433
LYON, Miss L.B.
Goin' Back, 56
One Star, 168
Way Down (The), 364
Sugar Fiend (The), 328
OYLER, Miss MADELINE
What the Kingfisher Knew, 44
"A merry Heart goes all the Day", 121
PLUMBE, C. CONWAY
Shakspeare and the War, 197
Counter Tactics, 365
Military Aides, 80
My Cuthbert, 29
Playing the Game, 178
Transgressor (The), 348
To the Men who have died for England, 30
PULLING, Miss J.K.
Daughter of the Back Steppes (A), 192
Great Offence (The), 209
Old Formula (The), 301
Very Glad Eye (The), 354
Choice (The), 120
Cross-Talk with Petherton, 269
Petherton and the Rag Auction, 220
Petherton's Pedigree, 54
Whisper and I shall Hear, 144
Sauce for the Goose, 95
Whole Hog (The), 183
ROBINSON, Miss ESTHER
Mistaken Charity, 216
Three Daughters of France, 101
Two Dumb Warriors. II. Ermyntrude, 111
Scotland for Ever, 59
At the Play, 292
Idylls of the King of Prussia, 128
Innocents Abroad (The), 264
Kaiser's Oriental Studies (The), 88
Leaves from a London Notebook, 376
Melting-Pot (The), 2
Model Dialogues for Air Raids, 248
More Sorrows of the Sultan, 328
More Talk with German Peacemongers, 312
Mr. Punch as Propagandist, 435
Official Rectitude, 200
On Vimy Ridge, 50
Our Pacifists, 408
Society Notes, 232
Tino in Exile, 18
To Attila's Understudy, 344
To the German People, 392
To the Potsdam Pacifist, 216
To William at the Back of the Galician Front, 68
Victory (The), 360
Zepp-Flighting in the Hautes Alpes, 296
SHAKESPEARE, CAPT. W.J.
Monsieur Joseph, 18
SHARPLEY, Miss STELLA
Mariana in Wartime, 286
SKEVINGTON, MAJOR S.B.
Cadet's Friend (The), 408
STEIN, MAJOR E. DE
Fragment of a Tragedy, 94
Sidni the Storeman, 426
Stew (The), 316
STUART, Miss D.M.
Beasts Royal, 221, 236, 252, 268, 284,300
London Pride, 122
Duelling Extraordinary, 124
For Services Rendered, 242
Recorder (The), 314
Tube Hotels, Ltd. (The), 232
Nightmares, 334, 344
Suaviter in modo, 152
At the Play, 14, 28, 164, 177, 195, 211, 275, 370
Millie and the "Kayser", 378
Brown Cart-Horse (The), 151
WILSON, CAPT. T.P.C.
"Divisional Signs", 82
How to Become a Town-Major, 346
Signal Section (The), 64
Super-Pipe (The), 184
Trench Coats, 428
PICTURES AND SKETCHES.
ARMOUR, MAJOR G.D., 15, 30, 63, 197, 211, 229, 323, 350, 371
BATEMAN, H.M., 7, 39, 102, 103, 189, 338, 381
BAUMER, LEWIS, 31, 40, 56, 75, 105, 121, 143, 156, 181, 206, 221, 254,
269, 302, 321, 349, 366, 385, 398, 430
BELCHER, GEORGE, 37, 59, 101, 160, 177, 195, 225, 257, 285, 301, 339,
BEUTTLER, E.G.O., 202
BIRD, W., 20, 44, 127, 153, 194, 215, 258, 262, 278, 294, 311, 354,
BRIGHTWELL, L.R. 120, 428
BROCK, H.M. 8, 36, 72, 159, 243, 251, 275, 331, 346
BROOK, RICARDO, 33, 60, 92, 126, 146, 178, 186, 226, 234, 310, 326,
COLLER, H., 293
COLLER, H. & R.W.H., 241
DOWD, J.H., 123, 273, 322
EVANS, TREYER, 93
"FOUGASSE", 49, 80, 144, 231, 263, 314, 343, 375, 407
FRASER, P., 86, 100, 240
GHILCHIK, D.L., 17, 67, 199, 218, 394
GRAVE, CHARLES, 112, 141, 152, 307
HARRISON, CHARLES, 283, 378, 410
HART, FRANK, 23, 73
HASELDEN, W.K., 14, 28, 164, 292, 370
HENRY, THOMAS, 64, 242
JENNIS, G., 5, 55, 219, 355
LEECH, JOHN, 162, 163
LEWIN, F.G., 167, 210, 282
LONGMIRE, R.O., 274, 359
MILLS, A. WALLIS, 61, 76, 145, 213, 227, 259, 272, 290, 306, 325, 353,
373, 382, 402
MORELAND, ARTHUR, 386, 426
MORROW, EDWIN, 12
MORROW, GEORGE, 16, 32, 48, 66, 106, 125, 132, 147, 182, 198, 214,
230, 246, 247, 267, 279, 295, 342, 358, 374, 390, 406, 422, 434
NORRIS, ARTHUR, 170
PARTRIDGE, BERNARD, 1
PEGRAM, FRED, 135, 179, 187, 362, 417
PRANCE, BERTRAM, 161
RAVEN-HILL, L., 96, 250, 320, 334, 421, 427, 436
REYNOLDS, FRANK, 13, 24, 45, 116, 401, 414, 433
ROGERS, W.J., 87
ROSS, T., 82
SHEPHEARD, G.E., 107
SHEPPERSON, C.A., 43, 83, 95, 111, 136, 173, 190, 209, 224, 238, 256,
270, 286, 318, 341, 357, 387, 405, 418
STAMPA, G.L., 4, 29, 53, 81, 91, 113, 165, 183, 208, 245, 261, 266,
299, 333, 363, 395, 419
THOMAS, BERT, 21, 52, 71, 133, 155, 171, 203, 235, 289, 309, 315, 337,
THORP, J.H., 298
TOWNSEND, F.H., 10, 11, 26, 27, 42, 47, 58, 65, 79, 85, 99, 115, 119,
131, 139, 140, 151, 166, 174, 193, 205, 222, 237, 253, 277, 288,
291, 304, 305, 317, 327, 336, 347, 352, 368, 369, 384, 389, 397,
400, 413, 416, 429, 432
WHITAKER, W.G., 46
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