Mate. "WHILE WE ARE DOIN' HER UP, WHAT ABOUT GIVIN' HER A NEW NAME? HOW WOULD 'FUSION' DO?"
Captain. "'FUSION' OR 'CONFUSION'—IT'S ALL ONE TO ME SO LONG AS I'M SKIPPER."
First Juvenile Spectator (as the Oxford crew go out to practice). "There y'are, 'Err—wot did I tell yer? They 'ave got only one oar each!"
Second ditto. "You wait till the day of the race!"
THE LAST OF THE WATCH DOGS.
My dear Charles,—In all the stirring history of the War I don't know which has been the most moving sight: the War Office trying to get me to be a soldier, or the War Oflice trying to get me to stop being a soldier.