judge and jury.
While the authentic German genius slumbers,
Cast into the limbo of back numbers.
[Footnote 1: Great play is made in STRAUSS'S _Elektra_ with the
"slippery blood" motive.]
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The Late "Kaiser Wilhelm der Grosse."
_First Student of the War._ Why did they call it "Kaiser William the
Grocer?"
_Second Student._ Don't know. I should have described him as a Butcher.
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"PETROGRAD.
NEW NAME FOR THE RUSSIAN CAPITAL.
PETROGRAUD (St. Petersburg), Tuesday.
By Imperial order, the city of St. Petersburg will henceforth be
known as Petrograu."
_Evening Standard._
It looks more like three new names.
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_Q._ I hear the Sugar Refiners are raising cane?
_A._ That's because they haven't yet got the German beet.
[_Awarded Gold Medal and Banana Skin for worst joke of the war._]
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FOR THE RED CROSS.
Ye that have gentle hearts and fain
To succour men in need,
There is no voice could ask in vain,
With such a cause to plead--
The cause of those that in your care,
Who know the debt to honour due,
Confide the wounds they proudly wear,
The wounds they took for you.
Out of the shock of shattering spears,
Of screaming shell and shard,
Snatched from the smoke that blinds and sears,
They come with bodies scarred,
And count the hours that idly toll,
Restless until their hurts be healed,
And they may fare, made strong and whole,
To face another field.
And yonder where the battle's waves
Broke yesterday o'erhead,
Where now the swift and shallow graves
Cover our English dead,
Think how your sisters play their part,
Who serve as in a holy shrine,
Tender of hand and brave of heart,
Under the Red Cross sign.
Ah, by that symbol, worshipped still,
Of life-blood sacrificed,
That lonely Cross on Calvary's hill
Red with the wounds of CHRIST;
By that free gift to none denied,
Let Pity pierce you like a sword,
And Love go out to open wide
The gate of life restored.
O.S.
The Red Cross Society is in need of help. Gifts should be addressed to
Lord Rothschild at Devonshire House, Piccadilly.
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