Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, April 18, 1917 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 43 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, April 18, 1917.

Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, April 18, 1917 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 43 pages of information about Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, April 18, 1917.

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    “British Press back Hun rearguards.”—­Newspaper headline.

Happily it is only a small section of the British Press that adopts this unpatriotic attitude.

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SHAKSPEARE on the food controller:—­

          “No man’s pie is free’d
  From his ambitious finger.”—­Henry VIII., Act I. Scene I.

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HEART-TO-HEART TALKS.

(The GERMAN CROWN PRINCE and Marshal HINDENBURG).

Hindenburg. So your Royal Highness proposes to leave us again?

The Prince.Yes, Marshal, I’m going to leave you for a short time.  I have made arrangements which will render my absence from the Front as little disadvantageous as may be possible.  My orders have been carefully drawn up so as to provide for every contingency, and I trust that nothing the enemy can do will find my stout fellows unprepared, while I am devising fresh triumphs for them in my temporary retirement.

Hindenburg. We shall all regret the absence of your Royal Highness from those fields in which you have planted new proofs both of German courage and of German intellectual superiority; but no doubt your Highness will be all the better for a short rest.  May I, perhaps, ask the immediate cause of your Highness’s departure from the Front?

The Prince. No, Marshal, you mustn’t, for if you do I shall not answer you fully. (Hums) Souvent femme varie; fol qui s’y fie—­do you know what that means, you rogue?

Hindenburg. I know your Highness spoke in French, which is not what I should have expected from one who stands so near to the throne.

The Prince. Now, you mustn’t be angry; only dull people ever get angry.

Hindenburg. Your Royal Highness means to say—?

The Prince. I mean to say that you’re not dull—­not really dull, you know, and that therefore you can’t be allowed to get angry about a mere trifle.  Besides, our predecessor, the GREAT FREDERICK, always spoke in French and wrote his poetry in French—­very poor stuff it was too—­and had a violent contempt for the German language, which he considered a barbarous jargon.

Hindenburg. I care not what the GREAT FREDERICK may have thought as to this matter—­there are other points in which it might be well to imitate him first rather than to remember what he thought and said about our noble German language—­but for me it is enough to know that the Emperor and King whom I serve holds no such ideas.

The Prince. Of course he doesn’t; he holds no ideas at all of any kind.

Hindenburg. At least he would be angry to hear such—­

The Prince. Of course he would; he’s dull enough in all conscience for that or anything else.

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