"You are wrong," I replied. "He is no Greek. He is a Bulgar. But the cunning Greek propagandists have taught him the Greek language and that he is a Greek. It is really his duty to be the first to rush on to the soil of his beloved Bulgaria—"
"Ach!" said Boris, grinding his teeth; "you mock our patriotism. You are an Englishman."
"I don't," I replied. "And I'm not. I'm French. We came over in 1066. You ask my aunt at Tunbridge Wells. But the villainous English propagandists taught me English, and the Scotch gave me a taste for whisky, and—"
But Boris had faded away.
Alarming: Spread of Cannibalism.
"AUSTRALIANS IN FRANCE.
"THIRD OF GERMAN ARMY EATEN."
Queensland Paper.
"THOROUGHLY Experienced Cook. Capable cooking large family."—Ceylon Paper.
"WANTED, Smart Young Man or Woman, for frying."—Provincial Paper.
Born Grumbler. "FOR OVER FOUR YEARS I'VE BATTLED FURIOUSLY AGAINST A 'ARD AN' BITTER FOE. AN' 'ERE I AM CONSTRUCTIN' A WOODEN' 'ORSE FOR THE CAPTIN'S SON."