Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 156, February 26, 1919 by Various
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Prior and therefore could not witness the meeting between him and the
Captain. It would have made me happy for the whole day. The crossing was prolonged, for we took a zig-zag course to avoid any little remembrances Fritz might have left us in the form of mines. When we were nearing land I saw Prior again. He was stretched out on a deck-chair and looked up with a ghastly smile as he caught sight of me. "Hullo, you're alone!" I said rather cruelly. "Is this the stage where the Captain goes to find the munitionnaire?" Then he spoke, but it was not in the words of the phrase-book. It was in clear, concise, unmistakable English. "Can you tell me," he asked, and behind his words lay a suggestion of quiet force of despair, "about what hour of the day or night this cursed boat is likely to get to Boolong?" * * * * * "Evens are moving rapidly in connection with the plan by the Government, announced only yesterday, to call a national industrial conference."--_Daily Paper_. We are glad the odds are not against it. * * * * * Notice in a German shop-window (British zone):-- |
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