Thus the honour of the General Staff was saved, the Intelligence Officer vindicated and the vogue of Chockchaw brought to an untimely end.
"You ought," said the General severely to the G.S.O.3—"you ought to be unstuck for bringing such stuff into the office."
"I have never wished so hard in my life, Sir, to be unstuck," said he.
IN THE TOWER DISTRICT.
THE SUPERIOR SEX.
"You are late again," said Clara, as I entered our domestic portal. "What is it this time?"