These things are not good training for championship
lawn-tennis."--_Evening Paper_.

This applies more especially, of course, to the Corporation.

* * * * *

"The Duchess still looks quite a girl, and so does the
Duke, particularly now that he has shaved off his tiny
moustache."--_Weekly Paper_.

The Duke's motto: "Put me among the girls."

* * * * *

N. Y. D.

Trench-foot, shell-shock and the other well-known by-products of war
on the Western Front always got the bulk of medical notice, while our
rarer Macedonian efforts remained neglected. My friend McTurtle has
nervous prostration, with violent paroxysms at the mention of leave
or demobilization, and the medical profession can only classify him as
"N. Y. D., or Not Yet Diagnosed (malignant)."

McTurtle is a Staff-officer. A famous Atlantic liner dumped him at
Salonica in 1915, and when the first infantrymen panted through the
town in search of non-existent billets McTurtle was to be seen in the
window of a villa giving bird-seed to his canary. At Salonica it is
not considered good form to ask openly what a Staff-officer's job is,
but he allowed friends to gather that he had an indirect connection