"
"Old Carey" came up to me as we were moving off. "I had a son in
France," he said, "in the gunners, too, but he hadn't the luck of the
old mare"--he hesitated a moment and his old eyes looked steadily into
mine--"for he'll never come back. The mare'll be all right, Sir," he
went on as he walked off, "easy work and full rations. I reckon she's
earned them."
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"The bride was given away by her grandfather who was dressed
in Liberty satin in empire style, with hanging sleeves of
chiffon."--_Provincial Paper_.
He must have looked a sweet old dear.
* * * * *
[Illustration: THE GOOSE THAT LAYS THE GOLDEN EGGS.
_The Bird_. "HAVE YOU REALISED, MY GOOD SIR, THAT IF YOU PROCEED TO
EXTREMES WITH THAT WEAPON MY AURIFEROUS ACTIVITIES MUST INEVITABLY
CEASE?"]
* * * * *
[Illustration: ECHO OF THE TUBE STRIKE.
"TAKE YER UP TO THE CITY FOR 'ALF-A-QUID, GUV'NOR."]
* * * * *
THE ACUTE ANGLER.
The Colonel of our Reserve Battalion has an almost unique reputation
as an angler. Scattered elements of the regiment carry his piscatorial
heroics to obscure corners of the earth. Majors on the Pushti Kuli
range recount the episode of the ingenuous troutling which, having
apparently conceived a violent passion for the Colonel, literally
forced itself upon the hook seven times within a short afternoon.
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