When we'd washed 'em we was goin' to 'ang 'em round the fire to dry; but
she wouldn't 'ear of it. "Where'll you find a fire to dry 'em by over
there?" she said; "you'll 'ave to wear 'em wet." And when we got the
rheumatics she said, "Ah, a wet shirt's sure to do it. You'll never be
without it over there. It's a mercy you've got a touch now. I shouldn't be
sorry if I see you limpin' a bit more."

It took us some time in the trenches to get over our 'ardenin' at Mrs.
Larkins's.

* * * * *

"The Ministry therefore appeals to all users and buyers of paper to be
content with lower shades of whiteness, and generally to refrain from
all demands that would interfere with the desired economy. All that is
asked for is the sacrifice of anæsthetic requirements, in view of
national need."--_East Anglian Daily Times_.

If all the Press is to turn Yellow, the prospect is certainly painful and
we must insist on an anæsthetic.

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THE BOOMING OF BOOKS.

_COMFORT AND JOY'S_
New Books for the Million.

ARROLL BAGSBY'S NEW GIGANTIC NOVEL,
THE SAINT WITH THE SWIVEL EYE.