So my keys tap out the glad message
Of friendship for all and trouble for none.
I ask them what they are fighting about,
And if it is really true that Belgium has been invaded,
And propose that we should all get together and talk it over
Nice and quietly over tea and muffins
And away from all the nasty blood and noise.
Thus I address them,
And humane Germany
Almost falls on my neck in her anxiety to comply with my request;
But the stiff-necked Entente,
With an old-fashioned obstinacy reminiscent of the LINCOLN person at his
worst,
Merely utter joint and several sentiments
The substance and effect of which appear to be
"Nix!"
ALGOL.
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[Illustration: _Bill_ (_coming to after a shell has hit his dug-out_).
"HAVE I BEEN LONG UNCONSCIOUS, WILLIAM?"
_William_. "OH, A GOODISH BIT, BILL."
_Bill_. "WHAT DO YOU CALL A 'GOODISH BIT,' WILLIAM?"
_William_. "WELL, A LONGISH TIME, BILL."
_Bill_. "WELL, WHAT'S THAT WHITE ON THE HILL? IS IT SNOW OR DAISIES?"]
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THE ONLY REGRET.
ONCE UPON A TIME.
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