And when they were enrolled in Kitchener's army, the empire called on the little Welshman, made him Minister of Munitions, because he understood industry, and he armed and munitioned them. The men on the firing line are doing their bit, and doing it nobly, but their path would not have led to the glory that is theirs, if Kitchener and Lloyd George had not prepared it.
This isn't the only country in which "jokers" are favorite legislative cards. It appears that the Russian Duma's bill for "absolute prohibition" contains a clause exempting wines containing not more than 12 percent of alcohol. Enough wine of that muzzle-velocity will produce the desired result, even in Russia.
Announcement by the Transatlantic Trust Company of the arrival in Baltimore of a German U-boat sounds more like an advertisement for the trust company than a news item about the submarine.
SEEN ON THE SIDE
In Mexico.
Just suppose you were a CireaBor, in the land due south of Texas, and you had a foolish idea that the country of your birth was the land of daily manna, if you only could produce it, and a politician told you it exceeded the rest of earth;
Then, somehow, when you were feeling very much tick-up about it, complications to the northward got your country in a fuss?
Would you swell with patriotism and proceed to shoot 151 Paso into everlasting Hinders, like a greasy fighting cuss?
Or suppose we're just supposing? We're just supposing? You were  Hep to Hill Carramsa and you'd got his number registered and measured up his bluff. 