Those absurd machine guns
with their wobbly legs really need a man's touch. Besides, it would
be so jolly dull without them.
No, the men really helped, and we ought not to forget it.
I hope that in years to come, when little voices in the firelight
(that's a pretty touch--who says the Army has made us unfeminine?)
beseech me, "Tell us again how you won the War, Great-grandma," I
shall retain sufficient perspective to reply, "Granny didn't do it
all alone, darlings; there were a lot of men who helped too."
Yours faithfully,
ADMINISTRATOR Q.M.A.A.C.
* * * * *
From a description of our infantry's arrival in Cologne:--
"Then came more Fusiliers, the Lancashire Fusiliers and the Royal
Dublin Fusiliers, and after them battalions from all parts of the
British Isles.... It was wonderfully thrilling to go from one bridge
to the other, from skirl of pipes to the triumphant swing of 'John
Peel,' and then to the 'Maple Leaf For Ever.'"
_Times._
And what did the Dublins play? "Erin on the Rhine"?
* * * * *
[Illustration: THE 1919 MODEL.
MR. PUNCH. "THEY'VE GIVEN YOU A FINE NEW MACHINE, MR. PREMIER, AND
YOU'VE GOT PLENTY OF SPIRIT; BUT LOOK OUT FOR BUMPS.
Pages:
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32