Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 153, August 8, 1917 by Various
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"'Who draws me forward like fate?' 'The Myself striding on my
back.'"--R.T. That cannot be right. I always said I didn't want this War.--W. * * * * * "Wrong cannot afford defeat, but Right can."--R.T. "This ought to console poor old HINDENBURG."--W. * * * * * "Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you."--R.T. I must pass this on to TIRPITZ.--W. * * * * * "We come nearest to the great when we are great in humility."--R.T. Quite right. I always make a point of acknowledging the assistance of my Partner.--W. * * * * * "I shall stake all I have and when I lose my last penny I shall stake myself, and then I think I shall have won through my utter defeat."--R.T. |
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