"It is also extremely likely that the Democrats have induced a considerable number of former Centre voters in South Germany to join them."--_Christian World_.
"Democrats" would seem to be the German equivalent of "Home Rulers."
"She wore under it a white blouse of thin stuff, snowy white ... the big floppy sleeves gently bellowed in the slight breeze."
It sounds rather a loud dress. Possibly _le dernier cri_.
"It is like a red rag to a bull to the 'bus drivers to see those lorries running about picking up members of the public.
We are trying to keep our heads, but our shoulders are bending under the pressure, and presently, I am afraid, we shall collapse and find ourselves in the vortex."--_Daily Paper_.
We should like to see this situation illustrated. Would some Vorticist oblige?
[Illustration: THE MAN WHO GOT HIS MONEY'S WORTH.]
[Illustration: _The Demobilised One_. "SEEMS FUNNY TO THINK THAT ONLY LAST WEEK I WAS WALKING ABOUT LOOKING LIKE THAT, EH?"]
In these days of ever-increasing strikes it is suggested, for the convenience of contributors to those magazines which of necessity go to press some time in advance, that they should submit to editors stories with interchangable situations:--
Algernon Aimless rose { lazily } from the breakfast-table { hastily}
at { 9 A.M. } on a dark winter's morning { in order { 7 A.M. } { in preparation
{ to catch the 9.15 to his office in the City. } { for his four-mile trudge to the City (Tube strike). }
The { electric lights gleamed with dazzling brilliance } { solitary candle shed a dismal light (Electricians' strike) }
on the { well-polished } china, silver and table cutlery { neglected }
which { were the joy and pride of the admirable parlourmaid. } { no servants' hands had touched for weeks (Domestic servants' strike). }
{ had glanced casually at his letters. } { had had no letters to read (Postmen's strike). }
As he stood in the { spotlessly kept and charming } hall, { dusty discomfort of the dark }
arranging his { sleek well-brushed brown hair } { long untidy hair (Barbers' strike) } before
putting on his hat, Ermyntrude Aimless { glided } { bounced }
{ gracefully down the staircase, clad in a charming { breathlessly up from the basement, wearing an old