Part 7 (1/2)

[Ill.u.s.tration: In Dixie-Land.

”Well, Friday--'ow's Crusoe?”]

[Ill.u.s.tration: Alas! Poor Herr Von Yorick!

Fricourt--July, 1916.]

[Ill.u.s.tration: Those Signals.

THE VIGILANT ONE: ”I say, old chap, what does two green lights and one red one mean?”

REc.u.mBENT GLADIATOR (just back from leave): ”Two cremes de menthe and a cherry brandy!”]

[Ill.u.s.tration: His Christmas Goose.

”You wait till I comes off dooty!”]

[Ill.u.s.tration: Urgent.

”Quick, afore this comes down!”]

[Ill.u.s.tration: That tin hat feels something like this on the way to the Offensive

And about like this when you get there

My Hat!

Helmets, Shrapnel, One.]

[Ill.u.s.tration: The Candid Friend.

”Well, yer know, I like the photo of you in your gas mask best.”]

[Ill.u.s.tration: The Long and the Short of It.

UP LAST DRAFT: ”I suppose you 'as to be careful 'ow you looks over the parapet about 'ere.”

OUT SINCE MONS: ”You needn't worry, me lad; the rats are going to be your only trouble.”]

[Ill.u.s.tration: ”Old Moore” at the Front.

”As far as I can make out from this 'ere prophecy-book, Bill, the seventh year is going to be the worst, and after that every fourteenth!”]