The S.F.S. (Society for the Formation of Societies) and the S.F.S.F.S. (Society for the Formation of Societies for the Formation of Societies) are both doing splendid work.
Petty Officer of Patrol. "Hello, you. What's your ship?"
Sailor (returning from revelry). "'Ow long 'ave you been blind? It's wrote plain enough on my cap, ain't it?"
The Brokers.
From a poster:—
"New King's Capital Invested by Rebels."
In something safe, we hope.