For our "National Lent"—the War Loan.


Pet of the Platoon. "I DIDN'T HALF TELL OFF OUR SERGEANT JUST NOW. I CALLED HIM A KNOCK-KNEED, PIGEON-TOED, SWIVEL-EYED MONKEY, AND SAID HE OUGHT TO GO TO A NIGHT-SCHOOL!"

Ecstatic Chorus. "AND WHAT DID HE SAY?"

Bill (after a pause). "WELL, AS A MATTER OF FAC', I DON'T THINK HE QUITE HEARD ME."


OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.