"Terrible as this war has been, Mr. Hodge sees that if it had not come
Great Britain's imagination. As the hypnotised goat is fate would have
been miserable beyond swallowed by the boat-constrictor, so Great
Britain would have been absorbed by Germany."--_Evening Paper._

With a little rearrangement we can gather the general drift of the
paragraph. But "boat-constrictor" puzzles us. Is it a new kind of
submarine?

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[Illustration: OUR LAND-WORKERS.

_Mabel_ (_discussing a turn for the village Red Cross Concert_). "WHAT
ABOUT GETTING OURSELVES UP AS GIRLS?"

_Ethel._ "YES--BUT HAVE WE THE CLOTHES FOR IT?"]

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THE INFANTRYMAN.

The gunner rides on horseback, he lives in luxury,
The sapper has his dug-out as cushy as can be,
The flying man's a sportsman, but his home's a long way back,
In painted tent or straw-spread barn or cosy little shack;
Gunner and sapper and flying man (and each to his job, say I)
Have tickled the Hun with mine or gun or bombed him from on high,
But the quiet work, and the dirty work, since ever the War began
Is the work that never shows at all, the work of the infantryman.