CHARIVARIA. against Germany, the anti-fly campaign ** * The Paris Matin states that a consignment of preserved food in tins, "Prince von Bülow," an Exchange which was seized during transit to telegram informs us, "is keenly dis- "Not a hair on the head of a single Germany, was found to contain 4,000; tressed and humiliated at the failure foreigner who has thrown in his lot revolvers. This-which points to gross of his diplomatic mission." Somehow with Germany, and lives in our midst carelessness on the part of somebodyor other we had a sort of presentiment as a German citizen," says the Deutsche is by no means the first occasion on that it would not please him. Tageszeitung, "has been touched since which foreign matter has been found the war began." This certainly shows in canned foods, as witness the Chicago "The Italian Admiralty has refused wonderful self-restraint on the part of revelations of some years back. the application of Signor D' ANNUNZIO, the German barbers. the poet, to enlist in the Navy, but the War Office has offered him a commission ** ** ** Leather is now becoming scarce in A German Professor of Theology, Germany, and an appeal is being made. in the light horse." The light horse, Herr D. BAUMGARTEN, has been de- to parents to allow their children to go we imagine, includes our old to school in wooden shoes. In return, we take it, the children would not be leathered by the schoolmaster. ** friend Pegasus. ** It is not, we believe, generally known that, as a result of the German official instructions to the Press to show Italy goodwill to the very last second, quite a number of German editors broke out in spots all over. ** The practical nature of the Teuton has once more been asserting itself. Busy men in Germany, we hear, are now allowed, in order to save time, to greet their friends with the abbreviations "G. S. E." and "G. S. I.," instead of saying at length, "Gott strafe England and "Gott strafe Italien." ** * We hear that the only persons in Germany who are thoroughly pleased at Italy's entry into the War are the schoolboys there. They have resolved never to let a word of Latin pass their lips again. ** * The latest suggestion from Germany, the home of Culture, is, we hear, that captured flying men should be placed in cages. ** ** It seems very strange, after all that we have heard of the thoroughness of the enemy's methods, that not a single case of scalping has hitherto been brought to our notice. New York, Wednesday.-I learn from a Washing source which is usually of the best authority that the German Government has ordered the suspension of its submarine activities against neutral commerce." Manchester Evening News. These things always come out in the wash. From a review: "The book is revolting. It is an insult to every patriotic and fine feeling. It ridicules all that is noble and good. It is fit meat for the common hangman."-Globe. This appears under the head-. A writer in the Münchener Post refers to the "hang-dog look" of the British officers in France. It evidently is not realised that this hang-dog look means a determination to suspend the livering a remarkable sermon on the putandum. mad dog of Potsdam. righteousness of the German cause. RECRUITING POSTER IN THE STYLE OF THE NEW DECOR- line, "Books Worth Reading." ATIVE SCHOOL The King of SAXONY prohibited all public celebrations of his fiftieth birthday last week. This is taken to signify that His Majesty wishes he had not been born. ** Referring to Lord KITCHENER and Mr. LLOYD GEORGE and their respective spheres The Pall Mall Gazette remarks, Each part of the work in this war is big enough for a giant." Physically, of course, Mr. LLOYD GEORGE is one of the smallest giants in the world. It is possible, we hear, that, with a view to the nation's devoting its entire energies and attention to the war The destruction of the Lusitania," New theory of the origin of the War. says this holy man, "should be greeted From Dublin University:with jubilation and enthusiastic cheer- "Changes in French Honor Courses necesing, and everybody who does not cheer sitated by the War made with the authority is no real or true German." Many of the Council during Michaelmas Term, 1914, harsh things have been said of the and approved as permanent changes by the Committee of the School of Modern Languages Germans, but nothing quite so bitter as and Literature."' this suggestion for a test of nationality. the Mediterranean from which St. Louis sailed "Aigues Mortes, the historic little port on on his two crusades in 1848 and 1870." The Graphic. "Is the world," asks the Berlin Lokalanzeiger, "so helplessly shackled under the English hypnotism that it cannot see the hideous monster of des- These episodes in the after-life of potism which, at England's beck, is ST. Louis had not been previously crouching on their very shoulders, and recorded. One cannot wonder, howunder which they are surely doomed ever, that he preferred to be out of to be crushed." The answer is in the his native land in those particularly affirmative. Isn't it awful? strenuous years. LIBERTY: THE FALSE AND THE TRUE. Had lords to drill and drive and bleed 'em, But we, thank God, could fold our hands All in the blessed name of Freedom. By that most comfortable word We claimed, as only Britons may, The right, if so we chose, to play; To go and do our fighting for us. So, when the sudden war-bolt fell, We still kept up our games and strikes, True to the law we loved so well Let everyone do what he likes; And now we learn-at what a price, Men come to Liberty's estate; Each must be taught by stern probation Who bind themselves to serve the nation. OUR WHITSUN CAMP. O. S. OUR Commandant is very pleased about it. Nearly all the photographs came out very well and the Censor has passed some of them for publication I think that the snapshot of the Adjutant misjudging the width of a trench was rightly censored. It is a pity that some of the villagers, including three boys and two of the oldest inhabitants, got into the group of officers entitled "not too old to fight." A battalion of regulars, who, also taking advantage of the fine weather and holiday season, had pitched their tents in our neighbourhood, took a great interest in us, especially in our red armlets. It cost us a long time to convince them that we weren't a flock of budding staff officers out for a picnic or a battalion in quarantine. It wasn't until they saw us manoeuvring that they understood that the armlet scheme was to prevent the possibility of the Germans missing any of us if we went into action. Our ceremonial parade was marred by the conduct of the leading Platoon Commander who was guilty of three breaches of military etiquette on the march past, none of which was excusable even if a mosquito did bite him under the left at a critical moment. He said something that was not in the Infantry Training Book, threw the battalion out of step and finished his salute before passing the post. eye double event with his neighbour's shoulder and his own shin in one swing was considered clumsy. Considerable ingenuity was shown in disguising the trenches. In spite of our Commandant's disparaging remarks I still think that my idea of laying out our parapet as a potato bed was most practical, and that it was churlish and unsporting of the original potato-planter to complain to our Commandant. A man is not much of a man who cannot give up a few unripe potatoes for his country. My first idea was mustard and cress, and after consultation with a local gardener I came to the conclusion that the best plan would be to start the seeds growing on flannel. As I hadn't got enough flannel I had to use Higgs's blanket and rug. I watered the blanket and rug well before spreading the seeds, and I am sure that the scheme would have been a success but for Higgs's lack of co-operation. I was just going to explain the matter to him when "lights out" sounded and he went hurriedly. to bed with my seeds. Of course he discovered his mistake at once, but the damage was done, and we were both reprimanded by the Section Commander for creating a disturbance in billets. I think that I shall try for strawberries if we entrench in the summer. Bailey's river scene, with bulrushes and waterlilies, would have been all right if his trench had not been on the rise of a hill and if the scene had harmonised with the next trench, which was adorned with gorse and tulips. A grand finale to the camp was provided by an exhibition battle between the infantry and the motor squadron. Our operations-I am infantry-were considerably hampered by the insubordination of the Commandant's horse. First, he refused to bring back his hay cart in time and was late for parade; secondly, he was insulting to the Adjutant, who had waited for him and wanted to exhibit his knowledge of the haute école, and thirdly he objected to the Commandant unfolding the plan of campaign to our officers from hist back. While the Commandant was endeavouring to explain that the motor squadron was going to make a surprise attack on us, the attack happened and the surprise was complete. Considering the number of conflicting orders which were given we did fairly well, and most of us found some kind of cover. I concealed myself in a furze bush which I hadn't noticed until I got there. Bailey found cover for one leg in a rabbit hole, and this helped him to lie down very quickly; he kept lying down until the ambulance came up. Having fired five rounds rapid into our officers and one another we had leisure to look for the motor squadron. We felt that they had taken a mean advantage in attacking when our Commandant's horse was entertaining us by giving an exhibition cake-walk, so we decided to charge them. This figure was a great success, as they imagined that we had practically annihilated ourselves. They didn't know that our infantry is as resilient as the Russian army. We could have captured them all if we hadn't wanted the spectators to see them retreat along the road. We had a crowd of spectators whom our ex-Adjutant had invited to motor down to see us perform. He had posted them on a hill commanding a view of the whole operations, and doubtless they would have been much impressed if he hadn't told them beforehand everything that was going to happen. Unfortunately, owing to the conduct of the Commandant's horse nothing happened that he had told his friends about, and his reputation as a military prophet is ruined. We didn't go back to camp after wiping out the motor The camp pastimes consisted largely of trench digging squadron, but marched straight on the railway station. and tactical manœuvres. The ungrudging manner in The motor squadron tried to attack us again on the way, which one of our Platoon Commanders in the course of but we weren't going to fight dead men, and there were swinging a pick sacrificed his near fourth rib to the too many regulars about, so we just told them not to be LIBERTY: THE FALSE AND THE TRUE. Had lords to drill and drive and bleed 'em, By that most comfortable word We claimed, as only Britons may, The right, if so we chose, to play; To go and do our fighting for us. So, when the sudden war-bolt fell, We still kept up our games and strikes, Let everyone do what he likes; This was a free land; none should tramp And now we learn at what a price, Men come to Liberty's estate; No birthright helps us here at need; Each must be taught by stern probation Who bind themselves to serve the nation. OUR WHITSUN CAMP. O. S. OUR Commandant is very pleased about it. Nearly all the photographs came out very well and the Censor has passed some of them for publication I think that the snapshot of the Adjutant misjudging the width of a trench was rightly censored. It is a pity that some of the villagers, including three boys and two of the oldest inhabitants, got into the group of officers entitled "not too old to fight." double event with his neighbour's shoulder and his own shin in one swing was considered clumsy. Considerable ingenuity was shown in disguising the trenches. In spite of our Commandant's disparaging remarks I still think that my idea of laying out our parapet as a potato bed was most practical, and that it was churlish and unsporting of the original potato-planter to complain to our Commandant. A man is not much of a man who cannot give up a few unripe potatoes for his country. My first idea was mustard and cress, and after consultation with a local gardener I came to the conclusion that the best plan would be to start the seeds growing on flannel. As I hadn't got enough flannel I had to use Higgs's blanket and rug. I watered the blanket and rug well before spreading the seeds, and I am sure that the scheme would have been a success but for Higgs's lack of co-operation. I was just going to explain the matter to him when "lights out" sounded and he went hurriedly to bed with my seeds. Of course he discovered his mistake at once, but the damage was done, and we were both reprimanded by the Section. Commander for creating a disturbance in billets. I think that I shall try for strawberries if we entrench in the summer. Bailey's river scene, with bulrushes and waterlilies, would' have been all right if his trench had not been on the rise of a hill and if the scene had harmonised with the next trench, which was adorned with gorse and tulips. A grand finale to the camp was provided by an exhibition battle between the infantry and the motor squadron. Our operations-I am infantry-were considerably hampered by the insubordination of the Commandant's horse. First, he refused to bring back his hay cart in time and was late for parade; secondly, he was insulting to the Adjutant, who had waited for him and wanted to exhibit his knowledge of the haute école, and thirdly he objected to the Commandant unfolding the plan of campaign to our officers from his back. While the Commandant was endeavouring to explain that the motor squadron was going to make a surprise attack on us, the attack happened and the surprise was complete. Considering the number of conflicting orders which were given we did fairly well, and most of us found some kind of cover. I concealed myself in a furze bush which I hadn't noticed until I got there. Bailey found cover for one leg in a rabbit hole, and this helped him to lie down very quickly; he kept lying down until the ambulance came up. Having fired five rounds rapid into our officers and one another we had leisure to look for the motor squadron. We felt that they had taken a mean advantage in attacking when our Commandant's horse A battalion of regulars, who, also taking advantage was entertaining us by giving an exhibition cake-walk, of the fine weather and holiday season, had pitched their so we decided to charge them. This figure was a great tents in our neighbourhood, took a great interest in us, success, as they imagined that we had practically annihilated. especially in our red armlets. It cost us a long time to ourselves. They didn't know that our infantry is as convince them that we weren't a flock of budding staff resilient as the Russian army. We could have captured officers out for a picnic or a battalion in quarantine. It them all if we hadn't wanted the spectators to see them wasn't until they saw us manoeuvring that they understood retreat along the road. We had a crowd of spectators: that the armlet scheme was to prevent the possibility of whom our ex-Adjutant had invited to motor down to see the Germans missing any of us if we went into action. us perform. He had posted them on a hill commanding a Our ceremonial parade was marred by the conduct of the leading Platoon Commander who was guilty of three breaches of military etiquette on the march past, none of which was excusable even if a mosquito did bite him under the left eye at a critical moment. He said something that was not in the Infantry Training Book, threw the battalion out of step and finished his salute before passing the post. view of the whole operations, and doubtless they would have been much impressed if he hadn't told them beforehand everything that was going to happen. Unfortunately, owing to the conduct of the Commandant's horse nothing happened that he had told his friends about, and his reputation as a military prophet is ruined. We didn't go back to camp after wiping out the motor The camp pastimes consisted largely of trench digging squadron, but marched straight on the railway station. and tactical manoeuvres. The ungrudging manner in The motor squadron tried to attack us again on the way, which one of our Platoon Commanders in the course of but we weren't going to fight dead men, and there were swinging a pick sacrificed his near fourth rib to the too many regulars about, so we just told them not to be |