"Oh, do let's." She looked at her diary. "What about April 15th? I'm not doing anything then."
"But why the 15th?"
"I thought perhaps the King might like the first few days for himself. Or doesn't he pay income-tax? Anyhow, the 15th is a Thursday, which is a nice day."
So we have decided on Thursday, April 15th. Starting at 1.30 (because we want to pay for as much bully beef and jam as possible), for eleven seconds we shall support alone the British Empire.... And, when those fateful moments are over, then we shall raise a glass in gratitude to the men who have served us so well.
Oh, you lucky millionaires, who may be gods, perhaps, for half-an-hour—have you filled in your income-tax forms? If not, fill them in properly this time. Leave out no quarry, no alum mine, no stream of water. Who knows? That salt spring which you were forgetting may well be the deciding second of the war.
A. A. M.
DÎNER DU KAISER.
Le Menu.
Consommé Chiffon de Papier.
Purée Barbare.
Anguilles de la Marne.
Bulletins Variés.
Sauce Crème de Menteur.
Petites Vérités à la Dentiste.
MOI en Dégringolade.
Ôtages Fusillés à la Croix d'Enfer.
Langue de Boche à la Kultur.
Suprême de Dégoût Américain.
Incendies à l'Amour de Dieu.
Bombe Visée à la Cathédrale.
Saucissons Cent Soucis.
Amendes en Milliards.