"Wot," he growled, "not in them slippers?"
"True," I said, with what dignity I could muster, and gave him the
address of our lodgings.
"None the less," I said to Betty, "you shall lunch among the
profiteers. This is a great day, and it is yours."
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THE INTER-UNIVERSITY SPORTS.
Great interest is being taken in the plucky attempt of Cambridge
to beat America, Africa and Europe (with Oxford).
* * * * *
[Illustration: WHAT'S IN A NAME?
MATE. "WHILE WE _ARE_ DOIN' HER UP, WHAT ABOUT GIVIN' HER A NEW NAME?
HOW WOULD 'FUSION' DO?"
CAPTAIN. "'FUSION' OR 'CONFUSION'--IT'S ALL ONE TO ME SO LONG AS I'M
SKIPPER."]
* * * * *
[Illustration: _First Juvenile Spectator (as the Oxford crew go out
to practice)_. "THERE Y'ARE, 'ERR--WOT DID I TELL YER? THEY '_AVE_ GOT
ONLY ONE OAR EACH!"
_Second ditto_. "YOU WAIT TILL THE DAY OF THE RACE!"]
* * * * *
THE LAST OF THE WATCH DOGS.
MY DEAR CHARLES,--In all the stirring history of the War I don't know
which has been the most moving sight: the War Office trying to get me
to be a soldier, or the War Oflice trying to get me to stop being a
soldier.
Before the late Summer of 1914, England had evinced no burning
interest in its Henry.
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