Her Friend. "THAT'S MY HUSBAND." Short-sighted Lady. "OH, I'M SO SORRY."
Her Friend. "AND I'M SORRY, TOO, FOR I SEE HE'S GOT HIS LIGHT OVERCOAT ON, AND I TOLD HIM NEVER TO WEAR IT WHEN BRINGING HOME THE COALS."
"The L.C.C. had decided to grant only £5,300 amongst £21,000 teachers, which would average a shilling a head per week. (Shame!)"—Daily Paper.
We agree. Why any War bonus at all to such bulging plutocrats?
"As I watched youths obediently obeying the whistle I wondered what football would be like after the war."—Daily Paper.
At present it seems rather redundantly redundant.