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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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