Volume 147 — A BENEFACTOR.
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Their blazon flashed across the sky Or ever the War began; In divers spots it struck the eye Of every passing man. Aloft the flickering words would run, Curtly commanding me To use the Soap of Such a One, Or swallow Someone's Tea.
But oh, in London's sky to-day Such legends no man meets, And, as I go my cautious way By dark but decent streets, I think of him who bade depart These beacons' blatant din, And almost find it in my heart To bless Count Zeppelin.
"FIVE HOLES IN HULL.
Glasgow being Repaired in Rio de Janeiro."—Star.
More news for Germans: "Successful bombardment of British towns."
Cavalry Instructor. "From where did you receive instructions to dismount, Sir?"
Raw Recruit. "From hindquarters, Sir."