But, even although the streets may be said to have been sweetened by the absence of posters, days will come, it must be remembered, when we shall badly miss them. It goes painfully to one's heart to think that the embargo, if it is ever lifted, will not be lifted in time for most of the events which we all most desire, events that clamour to be recorded in the large black type that for so many years Londoners have associated with fatefulness. Such as ("reading from left to right"):—

FALL
OF
METZ.
STRASBURG
FRENCH
AGAIN.
ALLIES
CROSS
THE
RHINE.
FLIGHT
OF
CROWN
PRINCE.


RUSSIANS
NEARING
BERLIN.


BRITISH
AND
FRENCH
NEARING
BERLIN.
REVOLUTION
IN
GERMANY.
FALL
OF
BERLIN.
THE
KAISER
A
CAPTIVE.
VICTORY!
And Finally—


AMERICA
DECLARES
WAR.

PEACE!

It will be hard to lose these.


FRITZ'S APOLOGIA.

Yes, war is horrible and hideous—

It jars upon my sense fastidious,

My "noble instincts," to decline

To actions that are not divine.

So, when I mutilate your pictures,