"Is that the end?" I asked.
"Barrin' this," said O'Reilly. And he produced from his pocket a silver cigarette case, inside which was engraved, "To Sergeant Dennis O'Reilly, who saved the situation, October 15th, 1917."
BACK TO THE LAND
"No, thank you; I hate publicity.—Lord Jellicoe, in reply to a request for a farewell massage."—Provincial Paper.
We agree with the gallant Admiral that such operations are better conducted in private.
"It was stated that the cow took ill, and died on 23rd June last, and the purser now claimed the value of the animal, namely, £5O, and also a further sum of £5, being the loss which he sustained through the want of milk, butter, and cheese, supplied by said cow from the date of her death to the date of the raising of the action."—Scots Paper.