Punch, or The London Charivari, Vol. 148, February 17th 1915

The Turks are now reported to be retiring through the desert, and the Germans are realising that you may take a horse to the place where there's no water, but you cannot make him drink.
Rapid progress, we read, is being made in the American movement to supply soldiers at the battle fronts in Europe with Bibles printed in their own languages. We trust that one will be supplied to the Kaiser, who, if he ever had one, has evidently mislaid it.
Suggested title for Germany and her allies—The Hunseatic League.
The Vossische Zeitung , talking of the proposed blockade, says, The dance will begin on February 18. Germania's toe may not be light, but it is fantastic.
You may know a man by the company he keeps. The Kaiser's friends are now the Jolly Roger and Sir Roger Casement.
Messrs. Hagenbeck, of Hamburg, are sending Major Mehring, the German Commandant at Valenciennes, an elephant. So we may expect shortly to be told by wireless that a large Indian body has gone over to the Germans.
Earl Grey, speaking at Newcastle on the War, said that a German passenger on the Vaterland remarked to him, Can you wonder that we hunger? We have been hungry for two hundred years and only had one satisfying meal—in 1870. We have become hungry again. The pity, of course, is that so few Germans can eat quite like gentlemen.
The Dorsets, we are told, have nicknamed their body belts the dado round the dining-room. In the whirligig of fashion the freeze is now being ousted by its predecessor.
Much of the credit for the admirable feeding of our Expeditionary Force is due, we learn, to Brigadier-General Long, the Director of Supplies. As a caustic Tommy, pointing to his dining-room, remarked, one wants but little here below, but wants that little Long.
The Deutsche Tageszeitung informs its readers that the men of the North Lancashire Regiment recently attempted to force a swarm of bees to attack German soldiers, but the bees turned on the British and severely stung one hundred and twenty of them. After this success it is reported that the Death's Head Hussars are adopting a wasp as a regimental pet.