"Nothing which happens in Russia ... can alter the bare fact that Germany is in extremis. I am not sure that articula mortis wouldn't be the correct term."—John Bull.
We, on the other hand, are quite sure it wouldn't.
"'Is it fresh, salt, Danish, or what?' one of the shop assistants was asked.
'Don't know,' he replied, as he wiped the perspiration from his brow, and into the heap of butter with his pats."—Evening Paper.
The vogue of margarine is now explained.
"Servant (general), lady, two gentlemen; no starch."—Scotsman.
We are glad to see that mistresses are taking a firm line against the prevailing stiffness of manners below stairs.