After vainly searching for an imaginary ball and finding that we were
not actually attacked from the rear, we ventured at length to return.
Kippy and the Colonel were conversing on the centre of the well-worn
pitch. The Colonel was speaking.
"... Lose ten runs and the match! I never heard such infernal
nonsense. That shot was worth six runs on any ground. I shall insist
on revising the rules."
At the same time I noticed that Kippy was holding a red-and-white box,
and the Colonel was with difficulty thrusting something through the
inadequate slit.
It looked like a piece of paper.
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[Illustration: _Bank Cashier (gazing at golden orb of day)._ "IT'S A
REAL HOLIDAY TO WATCH THESE SUNSETS--AFTER ALL THE PAPER MONEY."]
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The Huns at Home.
"In the final figure, all the dancers make bows and curtseys to
the Emperor and Empress, who are either standing or sitting at
this time on the throne."
--_Mr. GERARD'S description of a Court Ball._
Two chiefs with but a single chair to stand on. And yet they call
Germany undemocratic!
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"M. Painleve's resemblance to M. Briand (the former Premier) is
string."--_Liverpool Daily Post_.
Whereas the tie between British Ministers is generally tape (red).
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