He followed the man. The man ultimately entered the purlieus of a police station and joined a queue of exotics who were waiting to be registered. The Special Constable then accosted a pukka Police Inspector who was standing at the door and explained his suspicion as to the walking-stick and its probable contents. The Police Inspector also thought there might be something in it. He beckoned to the German. The alien enemy, trembling palpably, came up to him. "Any arms?" asked the Inspector. "No," replied the alien enemy, still trembling. "Undo the catch of that stick," commanded the Inspector. With fumbling fingers the alien enemy did so--and drew forth a silk umbrella. * * * * * Illustration: _First Golfer_ (_to friend who has come from a distance to play with him_). "BUT, MY DEAR CHAP, WHERE ARE YOUR CLUBS?" _Second Golfer._ "HUSH! NOT A WORD! I'VE GOT 'EM DISGUISED IN HERE." * * * * * Two consecutive advertisements in _The Portsmouth Evening News_:-- "Lost, Sunday, Ring, with G.H.E. stamped on it." "Why Lose Articles? Name, or initials engraved, 6d." "Dash it," said G.H.E., one of the first to pay his sixpence, "I've been had." * * * * * BOBS' WAY. He knew, none better, how 'twould be, And spoke his warning far and wide; He worked to save us ceaselessly, Setting his well-earnt ease aside. We smiled and shrugged and went our way Blind to the swift-approaching blow; His every word proves true to-day, But no man hears, "I told you so!" * * * * * From a Territorial's letter in _The Huddersfield Examiner_:-- "We wash in a bucket--one bucket for eight men. We fall in when the bugle calls." And then climb out again and look for the towel. * * * * * AS ENGLAND EXPECTS. When the war broke out and Big Ben had boomed the hour which marked the rejection of the ultimatum, Bates was full of fire. He had bought a penny flag, and in a spirit of grim determination had walked the streets, processing with the processionists. There was no brag or bounce about him, no hideousness of noise or mafficking, no hatred of foreigners or cruelty of uncharity, but a grim steadfastness of determination which meant that, so far as he might, Bates would do or die. He returned to his third-floor back in St. Pancras, and, lighting his lamp and a candle to ensure as much illumination as possible, looked with brooding earnestness at his reflection in the worn uncertain looking-glass.... He began to realise the truth of things. The flag was in his button-hole, his eye had a glint of lingering excitement, his brain was ruffled; he saw himself as he was. England must fight, Englishmen must help, for England could not fail. On her rested the truest and noblest concerns of humanity.