Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 152, February 14, 1917 by Various
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advisers wanted, though I cannot see why they should want it. But for
myself I must ask your Majesty to remember that I foretold what has come to pass. There is perhaps yet time to undo the mischief. _The Kaiser_. No, it is too late. * * * * * AS OTHERS SEE US. The General Officer Commanding, as he appears to: (1) _His Chief of Staff_.--The one insuperable obstacle to tactical triumphs such as CÆSAR and NAPOLEON never knew. (2) _His youngest A.D.C._--A perpetual fountain of unsterilized language. (3) _Certain Subalterns_.--The greatest man on earth. (4) _Tommy Atkins_.--A benevolent old buffer in scarlet and gold who periodically takes an inexplicable interest in Tommy's belt and brass buttons. An excuse for his sergeant's making him present arms. (5) _The British Public_.--A name in the newspapers. (6) _Himself_.--(_a_) Before dinner: An unfortunate, overworked and ill-used old man. (_b_) After dinner: England's hope and Sir WILLIAM ROBERTSON'S right hand. |
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