THE HORRORS OF WAR.
First Newmarket Boy. "Awful work this, Bill. We're a goin' to war with Roosia!"
Second Ditto. "Well, wot odds?"
First Ditto. "Wot odds? Why, there won't be no Hemperor's Cup next year, that's all!"
First Newmarket Boy. "Awful work this, Bill. We're a goin' to war with Roosia!"
Second Ditto. "Well, wot odds?"
First Ditto. "Wot odds? Why, there won't be no Hemperor's Cup next year, that's all!"