| The steam-roller (English) at work. | "Nothing, Madam, I assure you—didn't feel it." |
| The Patriotic mind at work. | "But, young man, if you can stand hardships like that, how is it you are not at the front?" |
LIGHT REFRESHMENT: AN INTERLUDE.
By Special Constable XXX.
I was sitting grimly in my sentry-box guarding a power station and a sausage factory. The latter is considered to be a likely point of attack on the part of the Huns. Should it be destroyed, a vital source of food supply for our army (they would reason) would be cut off.
Incidentally, the sausage factory is much more exciting to guard than the electric light works. One sees the raw material arriving and being unloaded. One sees the sausage king swishing up in his richly-appointed limousine, giving porkly orders to his deferential subordinates, and then whisking off—no doubt to confer with the War Office.
An old lady with a million wrinkles approached me and seemed desirous of entering into conversation. We are strictly forbidden to talk with civilians unless first accosted. After that it is a matter for individual discretion.