"Er—no," I said, putting a chair between us, "I don't think I have; but I'm not feeling affectionate this morning. I'm going to lunch."
Thank goodness, if I do meet a spy, I've got a truncheon and a whistle.
Making the Best of It.
"Now that supplies of German chemicals and drugs are not procurable, sufferers from nervous dyspepsia, etc., should give a trial to nervous dispepsia, etc."—Bristol Evening Times.
Sufferer (after trial). "No, it's just as painful spelt with an 'i'."
"Other Petrograd despatches state that an increase in taxation by one-half is expected.... It is believed the increase will produce a milliard of troubles."—The Mirror (Trinidad).
We think better of Russian patriotism.