Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, March 7, 1917 by Various
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page 45 of 53 (84%)
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for your cruelty and despise you for your baseness; and that for the
future, wherever there is a Belgian, there is one who is the enemy of the thing called KAISER. _The Kaiser._ Enough, enough. I did not come here to be insulted. If you have suffered, you and your nation, it is because you have deserved to suffer for having dared to set yourself against Germany, whom our good old German god has appointed to lead the way in righteousness to the goal marked out for her. _The Belgian._ Sir, when you speak like that you are no doubt a marvel in your own eyes, but to others you are a laughing-stock, a mere scare-crow dressed up to resemble a man, a thing of shreds and patches to whom for a time the inscrutable decrees of Providence have permitted a dreadful power. But we are resolute to endure to the end, and your blandishments will avail as little as your threats. * * * * * MY WATCH. The Sage who above a Greek signature nightly Emits a succession of eloquent screeds, Instructing us firmly but also politely How best to supply our material needs, Has specially urged us of late, in a shining Example of zeal for his frivolous flock, With the object of "speed" and "precision" combining To "work with our eye on the clock." |
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