Volume 152 — AFTER THE WAR: THE WAR-WORK HABIT.

THE DUCHESS OF PIMLICO (WHO USED TO ENTERTAIN CONVALESCENT SOLDIERS AT HER COUNTRY SEATS) GIVES A GARDEN PARTY AT PIMLICO HOUSE, BELGRAVIA.

THE COUNTESS OF KNIGHTSBRIDGE AND HER CHARMING DAUGHTERS (WHO HAVE ALL BEEN WORKING IN CANTEENS) CANNOT AT ONCE ACCUSTOM THEMSELVES TO THE ORDINARY AMENITIES OF AFTERNOON "AT HOMES."

Sergeant-Major (who has the professional mind). "HE'S A GOOD MAN IN THE TRENCHES, SIR, AND A GOOD MAN IN A SCRAP, SIR; BUT YOU'LL NEVER MAKE A SOLDIER OF HIM."

Sergeant-Major (to nervous gunner who has got mixed up with drag-rope). "WHAT WERE YOU BEFORE YOU JOINED THE ARMY? A SNAKE-CHARMER?"

HOME-MADE MUNITIONS.

"HEAVENS, SERGEANT, WHAT'S THIS?"

"THAT JOKE OF MINE, YOU KNOW—WHEN I ASK A RECRUIT WHO'S BEEN THROWN, 'WHO THE DEVIL ASKED YOU TO DISMOUNT, SIR?' WELL, HERE'S ONE OF THE PAPERS SAYS IT'S THE OLDEST WHEEZE IN THE WORLD!"

WHY NOT V.A.D. SECTION OF VIVANDIÈRES AT OUR THEATRE-BARS TO RENDER FIRST AID TO ANY RECKLESS YOUTH WHO HAS THE TEMERITY TO TAKE A THEATER WHISKY?

A FALSE ALARM.

"CALL ME AT SEVEN SHARP."

BOOM!

BANG!

CRASH!

"OH, ZEPPS?"

"I WAS AFRAID IT WAS TIME TO GET UP!"