We used to adjourn to the billiard-room after dinner, but gave it up because it was necessary to stop play at half-past ten in order to be in bed by midnight. Signals is worried because he has not enough line left to reach Battalions, all available supplies having been used up in connecting the General's room with various parts of the Schloss. We are continually late for dinner owing to errors in judging the distances from one room to another. Our once happy family has dissolved into silent morose individuals, for we have grown strange and distant to one another. Liaison between departments has broken down, and the Staff-Captain whom I saw yesterday in the distance is suffering from premature decay.
But a solution has been found, for the Engineers are unloading a couple of Nissen huts to put up in the hall, and we shall soon be a united family once more.
"The surveyor said that as things were at present he had little or no authority over the men who, for the most part, simply considered him his equal."—Trade Paper.
If he doesn't take a stronger line the men will consider him his inferior.
From a short story:—
"She was a slip of a thing, with the sort of eyes that go well with curly long lashes—if they are blue, as hers were."—Weekly Paper.
Our local coiffeur only stocks the old-fashioned peroxide.