IV.

"Every evening during dinner Madame tells us how she walked from

Louvain. Poor creature, she's not slender, and she had to walk mile

after mile for eight hours. It must have been dreadful. But she won't

remember that we've heard it all before. Everything reminds her of it.

We're terrified to speak, Andrew and I, for fear some little tiny word

will suggest walking from Louvain, and it always does.... Poor thing,

though!"

* * * * *

[Illustration: THE POLITICAL TRUCE.

_Little Boy._ "HAVE THE GERMANS KILLED MR. LLOYD GEORGE, MA?"

_Mother._ "OF COURSE NOT, DEAR. WHY DO YOU ASK?"

_Boy._ "WELL, I HAVEN'T HEARD NUFFIN 'BOUT HIM LATELY."]

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Naval Notes.

A correspondent asks us what exactly are the duties of the marines. We

have not space to give him an exhaustive account of the work of these

handy men, but we can indicate their affectionate nature by the

following cutting from _The Liverpool Echo_:--

"One notable case in which a decoration was bestowed was of a

young seaman, who at tremendous risk to himself, freed a submarine

from a marine which had become attached to it off Heligoland."

Casual meetings off Heligoland are responsible for many such romances.

Our correspondent's further enquiries about the duties of the

destroyer and the torpedo we will let two other contemporaries

answer:--

"Fourteen Roumanian destroyers from the Austro-Hungarian army

arrived at Sinaia, Roumania, having crossed the Transylvanian

Mountains on foot."--_Bombay Chronicle._

"Newspapers state that a French torpedo entered Dunkirk on Friday

and reported having rammed and sunk a German submarine off

Westende."

_Indian Daily Telegraph._

In advertisement matters it is sometimes asserted that the right uses

of type is the great thing. It is, however, a relief to the writer

that a certain announcement with an ironic suggestion of reckless

benevolence has now been removed from most of the hostelries. Yet it

afforded instruction as to ringing the changes upon the sizes of

type:--

OUR

CHRISTMAS CLUB HAS COMMENCED.

PAY WHAT YOU LIKE.

HAVE WHAT YOU PLEASE.

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