AT A PARIS HOTEL
“My plate is damp.”
“Hush!” whispered his wife. “That’s your soup. They serve small portions in war time.”
THE LAST RESORT
Frau von Schmidt (of Berlin)—“Otto, where are we going for holidays this summer?”
Otto—“Well—er—there’s Turkey.”
CRUEL SPITE
Village Haberdasher—“Yew take it from me, sir, folk in our village be very spiteful agin the Germans. Why, Oi reckon Oi’ve sold fifty ’ankerchers wi’ Kitchener’s face on ’em!”