Suddenly a distant booming sounded; then another and another. It was the guns at either Soissons or Rheims—the first thunder of man's hatred of man I had ever heard.
So I, too, non-combatant, as Anno-Domini forces me to be, know something of war—a very little, it is true, but enough to make a difference when I read the letters from the trenches or meet a Belgian village refugee.
Pompous Lady. "I shall descend at Knightsbridge."
Tommy (aside). "Takes 'erself for a bloomin' Zeppelin!"
"General Joffre then engaged in a short conversation with several journalists, and when they referred to the military medal which M. Poincaré pinned on his chest, he said: '3/8 All this counts for nothing.'"
Manchester Guardian.
But on the other 5/8 we offer our respectful congratulations.