Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, April 11, 1917 by Various
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And all this time the Germans have been under the impression that it was British Tommy. * * * * * [Illustration: ALIMENTARY INTELLIGENCE. MR. PUNCH. "DO YOU CONTROL FOOD HERE?" COMMISSIONAIRE. "WELL, SIR, 'CONTROL' IS PERHAPS RATHER A STRONG WORD. BUT WE GIVE HINTS TO HOUSEHOLDERS, AND WE ISSUE 'GRAVE WARNINGS.'" (Mr. Punch, however, is glad to note that more drastic regulations are about to be enforced.)] * * * * * THE WATCH DOGS. LIX. MY DEAR CHARLES,--Reference the German withdrawal. The matter is proceeding in machine-like order, and one of the first great men to cross No-Man's Land was myself in the noblest of cars. It was, I confess, a purely temporary and fortuitous arrangement which put me in such a conveyance, but I had the feeling that it was excellently fitted to my particular form of greatness, and there were moments when I was so enamoured of it that I was on the verge of getting into a hole with it and staying hid there till the end of the War. Just the right hole was provided at every cross-roads, but |
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