First Urchin (to Captain who has just bought a new motor-horn). "Carry yer parcel, Colonel?"
Second ditto (in a hoarse whisper). "Garn! Can't yer see 'e's a bugler?"
"Note.—A kilometre is, roughly, five-fifths of a mile."—Newcastle Evening Chronicle.
The Press Bureau, while not objecting....
VICTORINE.
Victorine, our new general, is a Belgian refugee. She was naturally somewhat broken in spirit on first entering our establishment, but as the days went by she became happier, and so enterprising and ingratiating that we hastened to smother in its infancy a shameful doubt as to whether or not we had introduced into our sympathetic bosoms a potential viper. Morning, noon and night there was continuous scrubbing, polishing and beeswaxing; at all moments one was meeting a pink and breathless Victorine, and the house echoed to an interminable stream of information in the French tongue.