INTELLIGENT ANTICIPATION.
Ethel. "Now that I've got this nice map, will you tell me just where to put the little flags, Dad? I want to keep it right up to date."
Dad (preoccupied with his paper). "H'm—well—better just stick 'em all in Berlin, and—wait."
OUR WAR STORY.
The Dreadful Doom of Bertram Borstal.
I.
Bertram Borstal turned out his pockets and spread their contents on the table before him. There were seven postage stamps perforated with the initials of his late employers, one three-penny-bit in silver, twopence in copper, and a Bank of England note for 10s. "Irretrievably ruined!" he muttered with closed lips. "I will offer my services to my country. I will enlist."