But the grand finale of the procession of the various units of the corps through London was an immediate success. The immense concourse of young men which followed in its wake were all inveigled into the recruiting office, a result which of course justified to the full the existence of the corps
Eve’s Adventure
with the Gallant
Submarine.
Eve, overcome by her war energies in London, returns to the east coast, where we find her enjoying a peaceful dip far, as one would think, from war’s alarms. But—
—suddenly she sees one of England’s gallant submarines appearing to investigate her presence. Her intense interest in its approach blinds her to the fact of an inimical gas-bag approaching with the evident intention of making the important capture of our little friend with the grappling iron
This is just Tou-Tou in Imperial mood (it has nothing to do with the submarine story, but fills an awkward blank.—Eve)
The bold and wicked air-pirates grappled Eve as planned, but (hooray for the Navy!) the gallant officer on the conning tower was able to seize her shapely limbs as she drifted over him, and, with the help of his equally gallant crew, effected a rescue at the expense of Eve’s already diminutive bathing creation—