"Hullo, you're alone!" I said rather cruelly. "Is this the stage where the Captain goes to find the munitionnaire?"
Then he spoke, but it was not in the words of the phrase-book. It was in clear, concise, unmistakable English.
"Can you tell me," he asked, and behind his words lay a suggestion of quiet force of despair, "about what hour of the day or night this cursed boat is likely to get to Boolong?"
"Evens are moving rapidly in connection with the plan by the Government, announced only yesterday, to call a national industrial conference."—Daily Paper.
We are glad the odds are not against it.
Notice in a German shop-window (British zone):—
"Jon con have jour SAFETY RAZOR BLADES reset, throug hare experient workman any System."
The Germans seem to be getting over their dislike to British steel.