DEAR OLD BOY,--Just a hurried line to say that all is forgiven
and forgotten. The family feud (there must have been one, I'm
certain) which has kept the Pethertons and the Fordyces apart
for the last couple of centuries is a thing of the past, now
that we two understand each other so thoroughly. I am only
sorry I did not discover the strawberry mark on your left arm
earlier, that I might the sooner have subscribed myself.
Your long lost HARRY.
This either disarmed him or he threw away his weapon in disgust.
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[Illustration: _British Tar_ (_confidentially to lady friend_). "SHE'S
SUNK ALL RIGHT."]
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"Other houses have a good many books which have come down
from posterity, mostly in odd volumes."--_"Claudius Clear"
in "The British Weekly."_
Some of those that we bequeath to our ancestors will be quite as odd.
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It is rumoured that during the period of food-control a well-known
Soho restaurant intends to change its name to the "Rhondda-vous."
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[Illustration: _Busy City-man to his Partner_ (_as one of the new
air-raid warnings gets to work_). "IF YOU'LL LEAVE ME IN HERE FOR THE
WARNINGS I'LL CARRY ON WHILE YOU TAKE SHELTER DURING THE RAIDS."]
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