x containing butchers' implements, and marked with a red cross.
Finder should communicate with the D.D.M.S., 28, Strada Britannica,
Valletta."

If we did not happen to know through our Secret Intelligence Bureau that
D.D.M.S. stands for Deputy Director of Medical Services we should
suspect that the Germans had been once more using the sign of the Red
Cross as a screen for their barbarities.

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Illustration: THE LIMIT.

_Scene_: THE COAST OF BELGIUM.

THE KAISER: "'WHAT ARE THE WILD WAVES SAYING?'"

WILD WAVES: "WE WERE JUST SAYING, 'THUS FAR, AND NO FARTHER!'"

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Illustration: UNDER ONE FLAG.

_Genial Person_ (_to retired Colonel, who for the past two months has
put in fourteen hours a day recruiting_). "LOVELY MORNING, SIR. I SEE
YOU'RE ON OUR SIDE."

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THE WATCH DOGS.

VI.

Dear Charles,--We're tired of this place, so we're going to move on.
Some said, "Let's go to Egypt and doze in the sun." Others were for
India, and one, having a flame in Guernsey, proposed that the Division
might just as well go to the Channel Islands as anywhere else. But what
tempted the majority was the thought of a season's shooting without
having to pay for so much as a gun licence, and so we decided for the
Continent. We gave formal notice to the War Office of our requirements,
said we would let them know in due course what time we should want
trains, ships and motor omnibuses to start, and asked them to call for
our luggage at an hour we would name, indicating that in the case of
each man it would not be more than a couple of trunks or so,
half-a-dozen odds and ends of smaller bags, and a case of golf clubs. To
this the War Office replied that they were in receipt of our favour,
thanked us for our kind patronage, assured us of their immediate
attention to our esteemed commands on this and all occasions, and begged
(positively begged) to be allowed to remain our obedient servants. If
then you hear (as you probably will in a few days) of our departure, you
will appreciate the exact manner of it: a duly deliberated and quietly
dignified excursion, undertaken by us in our own way at our own time,
because we happen to feel so inclined and not because we happen to be so
ordered. (Speaking in the language of the registered alien, "Yes, I
don't think.")

Meanwhile we watch with interest the effect of our