Volume 152 — MR. PUNCH'S UNAUTHORISED WAR PICTURES.

FIRST SERIES. AT THE FRONT.

GENERAL LLOYD GEORGE, WAR LORD.

MR. WINSTON CHURCHILL (JOURNALIST) GIVES THE HUN ANOTHER SHOCK.

AT THE FRONT.

MR. ARNOLD BENNETT AND MR. H.G. WELLS (rival bookmakers—together). "WHAT'S THIS FELLOW DOING HERE?"

Mr. Hilaire Belloc. "THIS TRENCH IS WRONG. IT DOESN'T AGREE WITH MY MAP."

AT THE FRONT.

SIR ARTHUR WING PINERO TAKES A TRIP ON A TANK TO SEE HOW HOUSES ARE BROUGHT DOWN.

SUSPENSION OF HOSTILITIES TO ALLOW SIR HERBERT TREE TO THROW OFF A FEW SOLILOQUIES FROM HAMLET.

AT THE FRONT.

LORD NORTHCLIFFE DICTATES AN ARTICLE FOR THE TIMES.

MR. WOODROW WILSON (WITH MASCOT) TRIES TO FIND A SYMPATHETIC SOUL.

Mr. PUNCH'S NATIONAL SERVICE FOR ALL.

It is not implied that the above are at present out of War Work—but Mr. Punch is very anxious to see everybody's natural gifts employed to the best advantage.

SECOND SERIES. IN FRONT OF THE FRONT.

SOME OF THE ENEMY'S UNFULFILLED ANTICIPATIONS.

WILLIAM IN BAGHDAD.

FRANCIS-JOSEPH IN VENICE.

IN FRONT OF THE FRONT.

THE CROWN PRINCE IN PARIS. A LITTLE VISIT TO THE LOUVRE.

BETHMANN-HOLLWEG OCCUPIES NO. 10, DOWNING STREET. WELCOME BY TEUTON VIRGINS ARRANGED BY WOLFF, PRESS AGENT.

IN FRONT OF THE FRONT.

HINDENBURG IN THE NEVA-NEVA LAND.

RICHARD STRAUSS CONDUCTS THE "HYMN OF HATE" AT THE ALBERT HALL.

IN FRONT OF THE FRONT.

COUNT ZEPPELIN TAKES THE SURRENDER OF LONDON.

TIRPITZ UP THE THAMES.

FASHIONS IN THE NEW GERMANY.

[Dr. EUGEN WOLFF has contributed to the Illustrirte Zeitung an article on "How we are to order our External Life in the New Germany," from which we cull the following selected passages.]

"LET OUR WOMEN WHO LOOK TO PARIS FOR THEIR FASHIONS,

OUR MEN WHO LOOK TO LONDON, REMEMBER THAT—

OUR PHYSICAL FORM IS NOT THAT OF THE ENGLISH AND FRENCH."

"GERMAN CLOTHES AFTER THE WAR MUST BE MODELLED ON SOME PARTICULAR NATIONAL COSTUME NOTED FOR ITS EASE AND BEAUTY."

Uncle. "WELL, MY BOY, WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU WERE IN A BATTLE WITH ME? FOLLOW ME—OR RUN AWAY?"

Nephew (carried away by martial enthusiasm and prepared to undertake anything). "BOTH, UNCLE."

Military Policeman. "WHO ARE YOU?"

Muddy Tommy. "THEY CALLS ME—CALLS ME, MIND YER—A BLANKETY LANCER!"

HYGIEIA AND THE CHEMIST.

IDEAL ADVERTISEMENT OF A SUFFERER FROM INDIGESTION ABOUT TO IMBIBE A PATENT REMEDY.

THE SAME SUBJECT FROM LIFE.