You shall have even more than ever you expected--but not after the manner of your expectation. Even the burglar who, after long and arduous and risky training in his profession, and careful plotting and planning, and detailed hard work with jimmies and blowpipes and center-bits, has collared the swag and been caught in the act, does not whine like this. If he is a wise man he surrenders at discretion, puts a philosophic face on it, and plans more artistic work while in confinement. If he is a hothead, he puts up a fight and gets it in the neck. But he never whines for recompense for the nefarious trouble he has gone to. Germany has not yet learned her lesson. She has burglariously and treacherously broken into her neighbors’ houses and seized them and their contents. The cost to herself, in life, money--and, more than all, in the estimation of the world at large--is as yet hidden from her. When the bill is presented and her bloodshot eyes are opened to it, it will astound her. For--somehow or other--it will have to be paid--to the last farthing. And while she is in confinement for her diabolical misdeeds, the world, it is to be fervently hoped, will see to it that all further power for mischief will be taken from her forever. This burglar has intrenched himself among his plunder. He would negotiate with the besieging police to be allowed to keep something at all events for all his trouble. He shall. He shall keep what he has earned--the loathing and contempt of every honest man under the sun. JOHN OXENHAM. [Illustration] “_Cinema Chocolate_” It seems to be the irony of fate that Germany possesses everything good in an inverted, it may perhaps be said a “perverted,” form. We all know the charms of the “Chocolate Soldier,” who originated, if we remember rightly, like the best flavored chocolate, in France. Here we have a “Chocolate Soldier” of a very different kind. A young officer, of the familiar decadent Lothario type, is presenting a handsome stick of chocolate to a little Belgian or French girl. At the side is an old man, evidently got up as a stage property, his face exceedingly cross as though he disliked the job, but his attitude rather ambiguous. In the distance is the official military “filmer,” smug and grinning, waiting to turn the handle in order to obtain a “moving” picture for the German “movies.” Mr. Raemaekers’ satire is most strongly displayed in the child’s face and clenched fists, fully visible to the spectator, but which _will not appear_ in the film. It appears also, though less obviously, in the cross old gentleman who will come out there as a benevolent pastor blessing the whole proceeding. It is another instance of the systematic deception practised on the German people and the neutrals. Monsieur Forain, the French Raemaekers, has something like it in his “_Haltez-la, et souriez_.” It is not quite the same, but suggests that both cartoons are based on fact, as doubtless they are. HERBERT WARREN.