A visitor to a Glasgow working woman whose son was at the front was
treated to a fluent harangue on the misdeeds of that "auld blackguard,"
the Kaiser. She ventured to suggest that we should love our enemies and
pray for them.
"Oh, but I pray for him, too."
"What do you say?"
"I say, 'Oh, Lord, deal wi' yon old blackguard, saften his heart, and
damp his powther.'"