"I—I—I say, I should like to get the answer first-hand. Won't you ask me to tea, please?"
I don't yet know what it feels like to capture a prisoner of war, but that's how I assisted at the taking of a prisoner of love.
The Jester. "Hallo, Sonny! Choosin' yer turkey?"
Diminutive Patriot. "Garn! Yer don't catch me 'avin' turkey these days. Wy, I'd as soon eat a German sausage!"
KEEPING IN THE LIMELIGHT.
It was a grand meeting of the literary gents. They had all heard about the War from their publishers, and there had been one or two suggestive allusions in The Author. The question of the moment was, "How can we help?" The chairman was the President of the Society of Authors, who knew everybody by sight.