Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 147, August 26th, 1914

An eclipse of the sun took place on Friday last. It is supposed to have been an attempt on the part of the sun to prevent the Germans finding a place in it.
South Africa has now declared with no uncertain voice that she intends to fight under the British Flag, and the Kaiser's vexation on realising that the money spent on a certain famous telegram was sheer waste is said to have been pitiable.
We hear, by the way, that His Imperial Majesty is also extremely annoyed that so many English people should be resuming their summer holidays at the seaside. This is considered a slight on the power and ubiquity of the German Navy.
Some idea of how well the secret of their ultimate destination was kept even from the soldiers of our expeditionary force may be gathered from the fact that their favourite song on arriving in France was It's a long way to Tip-per-ar-y.
The German newspapers no doubt perceive in this a reference to our Civil War in Ireland.
We are glad that the lie about the cutting-up of the Black Watch has been scotched. May they yet live to be The Black Watch on the Rhine.
A gentleman writes to The Observer to mention that an American surgeon, on bidding him farewell the other day, remarked, Blood is thicker than water. This statement, coming from a medical man, who ought to know, is extremely valuable.
The Goeben's Inglorious Scuttle.
Daily Mail.
Yes, and now full of Turkey's coal.
The London Museum is open again. The Curator, we understand, would be glad to add to his collection of curiosities any Londoner who is still in favour of a small Navy.