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Then we heard the lilt of Highland pipes and English songs again.
On, ever on, we heard them press; their jaunty bugles blended
Proudly and clear that we might hear, we dead men of old wars,
How the red agony was passed and the long vigil ended.
Now may we sleep in peace again lapped in a vision splendid
Of England's banners marching onwards, upwards to the stars.
PATLANDER.
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[Illustration: THE MILITARY MUZZLE.
FRITZ. "AFTER ALL, IT'S NOT MUCH GOOD BARKING WHEN THEY'VE STOPPED MY
BITE."]
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[Illustration: OUR SENSITIVE YOUTH.
_Cadet_. "'SCUSE ME, SIR--ARE YOU A DOCTOR? THERE'S A BOY FAINTED."
_Doctor_. "AH--FATIGUE, I SUPPOSE?"
_Cadet_. "No, SIR. THE SERGEANT SPLIT AN INFINITIVE."]
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BRAINS AND BALDNESS.
BY OUR MEDICAL EXPERT.
(_With acknowledgments to "The Times"_).
Baldness among men is undoubtedly on the increase, and various reasons
have been assigned for its appearance in an exacerbated form. In
particular the stress and strain of the War have been mooted, and the
argument is reinforced by such words as Chauvinism, which, Mr. LLOYD
GEORGE is probably not aware, is derived from _chauve_.
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