hour after "coming out" of those same trenches.]

[Illustration: THE 1ST BLOBSHIRE RIFLES EXPERT GAS & BOMB MANIPULATORS
TRENCHES TAKEN AT SHORTEST NOTICE COUNTER ATTACKS QUOTED FOR OUR
SPECIALITY: HOLDING MINE CRATERS FOR 24 HOURS

TELEGRAPHIC ADDRESS "PLUMAPPLE" PLUGSTREET

Pushfulness at Plug Street.

Colonel Ian Jelloid, of the Blobshire Rifles, being an energetic and
businesslike man, believes in advertising as an antidote to stagnant
warfare.]

[Illustration: His Secret Sorrow.

"I reckon this bloke must 'ave caught 'is face against some of them
forts at Verdun!"]

[Illustration: Are you there?

"Only just"

"S.O.S."

The Hard Lines of Communication.]

[Illustration: The New Submarine Danger.

"They'll be torpedoin' us if we stick 'ere much longer, Bill."]

[Illustration: This interesting view for 6 months ... or

This for half an hour

War!

--As it is for most of us.]

[Illustration: A Matter of Moment.

"What was that, Bill?"

"Trench mortar."

"Ours or theirs?"]

[Illustration: The Saint.

That indiscriminating orb, the moon, gives Private Scattergood a saintly
appearance, sadly out of keeping with his thoughts. He's filling 100
sandbags at 11 p.m.]

[Illustration: Those Tubular Trenches.

"Is this right for 'eadquarters?"

"Yes, change at Oxford Circus."]

[Illustration: "Of course, personally I dont think there is anyone
there"

"Nor do I"

Thinking it over subsequently in Boulogne,--an impression of
overcrowding predominates in recollections of "straighthing" that bit of
the line.

"We Look Before----And After."]

[Illustration: Con Moto Perpetuo.

"OUR BERT" (going on leave--having asked a question, and having listened
to three minutes' unintelligible eloquence): "And 'ow does the chorus
go?"]

[Illustration: Real Sympathy.

"I wish you'd get something for that ---- cough of yours. That's the
second time you've blown the blinkin' candle out!"]

[Illustration: Entanglements.

"Come on, Bert, it's safer in the trenches."]

[Illustration: "How long have you got Fred?"

"LEAVE."]

[Illustration: There are times when Private Lightfoot feels absolutely
convinced that it's going to be a War of Exhaustion.]

[Illustration: Chat on 'Change.

"You owes me two francs and I owes you one that's got into the lining of
me coat; that makes it right, don't it?"]

[Illustration: General Sir Frampton Prendergasp R.S.V.P. P.T.O. SOS a