  Enver Pasha, in a proclamation to the Turkish troops, says: "The army will destroy all our enemies with the aid of Allah and the assistance of the Prophet." It is rumoured that the Kaiser is a little bit piqued about it. We learn from a German paper that, since the brave Ottomans have discovered that their Culture and that of the Germans are one, many Englishmen who live in Crescents are crying out in fury for an alteration of their addresses. According to a Berlin journal, about 2,000 players of orchestral instruments have been thrown out of employment by the war. It is suggested that, with a view to providing them with more employment, reverses as well as victories should be musically celebrated in the capital. We are glad to see that the names of battles in Belgium show a tendency to become more cheery. The other day, for instance, we had the battle of the Yperlee—and we may yet have a battle of Yip-i-yaddy-i-yay. It is rumoured that a compromise has been arrived at in regard to the proposal, emanating from America, that the war shall be stopped for twenty-four hours on Christmas Day. The combatants, it is said, have agreed to fire plum-puddings instead of cannon-balls. Among the promotions which we do not remember seeing gazetted is that of Karl Gustav Ernst, a German barber-spy. At the Old Bailey, the other day, Mr. Justice Coleridge promoted him to be a Steinhauer or stone-hacker.
This is unfortunate for the Germans, for if ever they needed a miracle it is now. "Information that has come into our possession," says The Grocer, "proves to our satisfaction that Germany has been receiving plentiful supplies of tea from our shores through neutral countries since the outbreak of hostilities." The italics are ours: the satisfaction appears to be our contemporary's. A cynic sends us a tip for the recruiting department of our army. "Why go for the single man?" he asks. "We may expect just as much courage from the married man. He has already proved his pluck."
The Germans, who have already been calling the Allied forces "The Menagerie," should appreciate this item. Angry newspaper men are now calling a certain institution the Suppress Bureau. A solicitor having announced that he is prepared to make the wills of the men of a certain regiment free of charge, another enterprising legal gentleman, not to be outdone, would like it to be known that he is willing to act as residuary legatee without a fee. In his interesting sketch, in The Times, of the Prince of Wales' career at the It came as quite an unpleasant surprise to many persons to learn from Mr. Asquith that the War is costing us a million pounds a day, that being more than some of us spend in a year. The Ruling Passion THE RULING PASSION.Customer. "Bring me some soup, please." Waitress (absent-mindedly). "Yes, Sir; purl or plain, Sir?" The End of the Press Bureau.
If this had got about, there would have been a bigger crowd at the ceremony. As it was, Fleet Street was taken by surprise, and only had time to prepare a few fireworks for the evening.
No, this is not from our Special Representative behind the Front; it is the opening passage of Oliver Twist, and shows what a splendid War Correspondent Dickens would have made. Teuton Anatomy.
So that's where they wear them.
It's a very silly name anyway.
Not so premature as the Wolff method. More Information for the Enemy.
We insist on providing one of them.
A good song, but (so it has always struck us) a clumsy title. Extract from Army Routine Orders, Expeditionary Force, Nov. 9th:—
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