ROYAL ACADEMY DEPRESSIONS.—II.

"Come along, you little imp! I'll learn you to make fun of my trousers."

"That'll do; don't trouble about your hair—we're not likely to meet anyone."

"Oh, I can't go like this; one never knows when a submarine may bob up."

The food shortage. Arrival of the mint-sauce boat.

Figure on the Seat. "He calls this 'the garden of memories,' but he nearly forgot me."

Unhappy result of a too generous fruit diet.

"Now then, my lads, keep your heads down or we'll have the Frame Controller after us."

Second-Lieutenant Spooner (unnerved by presence of a General inspecting). "The Company will move to the fight in roars. Form—Roars! Fight!"