"Oh, don't worry about me," I smiled; "I shall be _quite_ all right.
I'm going to lay all the blame on you."
He shot one scared glance, at me, then, picking up the skirts of his
dressing-gown, scampered off down the road as fast as his ammunition
boots would let him, never looking back.
PATLANDER.
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[Illustration: ANOTHER THREATENED INDUSTRY. CHANNEL STEWARD (_infected
with the prevailing strike mania_). "ANY MORE TALK ABOUT THIS TUNNEL
AND I DOWN BASINS!"]
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[Illustration: THE HUNTER BAULKED OF HIS PREY.]
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COMMERCIAL CANDOUR.
"They were manufacturers of aeroplanes--in their opinion
the best aeroplanes in the world and the most suited for
commercial lying."--_Provincial Paper_.
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"A hospital nurse interrupted evidence given in Portuguese at
Thames Police Court on Saturday."--_Provincial Paper._
Very rude of her.
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"An experimental air service for Army mails only was begun
a few days ago between Folkestone and Boulogne, with
intermediate points in Belgium, said Mr.
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