t entice;
But war has left her mute, and me despairing.
They call for horses; must I sacrifice
The steed with whom I've taken many an airing?
Poor Pegasus--and none too well-conditioned!
Must _he_ be requisitioned?

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From parallel columns in The Evening News:---

"Haelen is forty-five miles northwest | "The centre of the battle was
of Liege; it is fifty miles | at Haelen (thirty miles
east of Brussels." | northwest of Liege
| and thirty miles
| from Brussels)."

This is simply to deceive the Germans.

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Illustration: THE WORLD'S ENEMY.

THE KAISER. "WHO GOES THERE?"

SPIRIT OF CARNAGE. "A FRIEND--YOUR ONLY ONE."

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Illustration: _Fond Mother_ (_full of war news_). "DON'T GO TOO FAR
OUT, GIRLS. YOU CAN'T BE TOO CAREFUL WITH ALL THIS FIGHTING GOING ON."

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MR. PUNCH'S HOLIDAY STORIES.

II.--THE ISLAND CUP RACE.

Cowes week was drawing near to its brilliant climax. Through the blue
waters of the Solent a swarm of palatial steam yachts, saucy outriggers,
graceful cutters and wasp-like motor boats jostled one another in their
efforts to gain safe anchorage after the strenuous excitement of the
day's racing. Everywhere could be heard the clank of mooring chains,
mingled with the full-flavoured oaths of sailor men.

Gradually silence fell upon the scene, broken only by the melodious
murmur of numberless gramophones and the soft strains of the band of the
Royal Yacht Squadron.

As the sun descended lower beneath the horizon the dusk deepened, and
presently thousands of Chinese lanterns twinkled through the gloom from
mast and yard-arm. Lady Margaret Tamerton, leaning idly against the
barnacle of her brother's yacht, the _Seamaid_, drank in the beauty of
the night with deep inhalations.

The voice of young Lord Tamerton at her side at last broke the spell of
silence.

"Madge," he said softly, "Wonderson has not yet arrived. If he doesn't
come, our chances of winning the Island Cup to-morrow are practically
hopeless."

"Don't worry, Fred," replied Lady Margaret. "Ralph never fails....
Listen, he is coming now."

And, indeed, the muffled beat of oars was heard approaching from the
darkness. Soon a sli