“My horse threw me and stamped on it, sir, just before it got killed by a shell in a charge in Belgium.”
“Ah, but you got into them, didn’t you?” Lord Kitchener continued, with a knowing air.
“Oh, yes, sir, we did,” answered the trooper, with a laugh, in which Lord Kitchener joined.
“There are some more waiting for you, you know,” was Lord Kitchener’s parting shot, and again the trooper laughed.
“YES, TAKE A PICTURE”
A curious story in connection with the sacking of Louvain is told by a correspondent of a London paper. M. Pousette, a Swedish diplomat, was there, watching the soldiers looting shops. He talked with a German lieutenant.
M. Pousette had a camera in his pocket. He asked the lieutenant if he could take a picture. The lieutenant, not knowing that M. Pousette had the camera, misunderstood the question, and, waving his hand toward a particularly fine mansion, generously said: “Yes; go in that house. There are a number of good ones there.”
HER FEET HER PASSPORT
A Swedish actress narrates how she was taken for a German spy in Paris, and, not knowing how to proclaim her identity and being surrounded by a shouting mob, she felt quite alarmed. Suddenly a lucky idea occurred to her.
She slightly raised her skirt, and, showing dainty little feet, exclaimed: “You look at this! Do you call these German?”