  Eve has spent many sleepless nights brooding over her accumulated bills. You see, at the beginning of war time you will remember she developed—with ease and rapidity—an activity of shopping under the discredited banner of “Business as Usual” The chill ferocity with which Adam received her “little” accounts has filled her with fear and trepidation. Her very independence was threatened— —when an idea struck her— —and every morning she did her exercises with a fervid gusto— —and by regular attendance at one of the fashionable gymnasiums, attained a surprising degree of activity and strength— —The next time Adam gets the bills and commences his “hymn of hate”— —she ups and biffs him one in the eye, with surprisingly successful results. What is left of Adam may be seen in the picture on the right. He is now longing for conscription Do not misunderstand this picture— —for as you see, it is only a lesson in botany Even Eve’s desperate attempts to simulate a gaiety which she does not feel do not blind one entirely to the tragedy of the Adamless condition of our bathing beaches At certain fashionable resorts on the east coast Eve and Adam discover the rapturous solitude they seek for, which they find absolutely denied them— — — —in erstwhile rural paradises, owing to the activities of the new armies and the last gaspers A tragic and dramatic picture, showing Eve overcome with the sudden and true realisation of “where duty calls” |
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