Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 147, August 19th, 1914

It's a big ship (I could overhear Ethel's voice through the open nursery window). I know perfectly well it is. It's one of the Cunarders.
Well, you're quite wrong then, (this from Jack). It was passed through Parliament. You can't pass a ship through Parliament.
It's the sister ship to the Lusitania —so there!
Joan's thoughtful voice intervened.
I can tell you what it is, she said. It's a place for burying people—a sort of big tomb where they put dead kings. There's one at Windsor.
Curiously enough I was myself at the moment rather puzzled as to what it was and how it worked.
Do you know, William, I said to my host, that you are owing me ten pounds and I've got to get home to-day, and I've no money?
Oh, but I shan't pay it now, he replied shamelessly.
Why not?
I'm going to put a Moratorium on you. I don't know, of course, if that's quite the correct phrase. The thing is new to me. But at least I can see how it works. You had better try James. He owes you five, and he never reads the papers, so he may not have heard of it.
I went at once into the library, where I found James making up a parcel of three half-sovereigns to send to his bank. No one is going to accuse James of hoarding gold.