Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 150, May 24, 1916

According to a contemporary, a regiment quartered at Pembroke Dockyard had lost two thousand blankets by pilfering. We shudder to think what a real Pembroke burglar would get away with.
I am a looker for things, said a man at Willesden tribunal last week when asked what his occupation was. The nation, which is paying £5,000,000 a day for the privilege of pursuing the same occupation, would be interested to compare notes with him on the question of whether anything ever turns up.
A Saxon pot, quite perfect, has been found at St. Martha's Hill, near Guildford, says a morning paper. Here is striking evidence in support of the charge, which has more than once been levelled, that influential alien enemies are still at large with the connivance of the authorities.
First Public School Man. Great Scott, Reggie! How on earth did you get that job?
Second ditto (kitchen fatigue). Oh, influence, dear boy—influence.
The life-blood of England to-day is sulphuric acid, said a Professor at University College the other day. That is certainly the impression one gets from reading the more vitriolic section of our Press.
The London County Council is teaching Esperanto. The innovation is intended to meet the needs of the lady tram-conductors, to whom convention denies the right to suffer and be strong in words of general currency.
A soldier who lost his speech at the battle of Loos has recovered it as the result of an operation for appendicitis. He has the added satisfaction of knowing that greater soldiers than he have been compelled by the exigencies of the present War to swallow their words.
At Willesden a conscientious objector has eaten a £1 note in preference to giving it up in part payment of his fine of forty shillings. It would probably work out cheaper in the end to swallow the Compulsion Bill.
While the Ealing Inspector of Shops is serving in the Army his official duties are to be carried on by his wife. It is no doubt in anticipation of other positions of this sort being thrown open to the female sex that so many women can nowadays be seen familiarising themselves with this class of war work in Regent Street and its neighbourhood.