"Well, the next day the attack was made, and at one end of a Bosch trench there was some pretty hand-to-hand work. An old Rittmeister held it, his breast covered with decorations, and he just wouldn't give in. Of course, so long as he stuck it the other Bosches did too, and there was nothing doing in the Kamerad line. They fought like fury. So did our men, but we were slightly outnumbered, and it soon began to be evident that we should have to retire if we didn't get reinforcements. But, just when things were looking hopeless, over the top of the parapet leaped the two runners, unarmed but irresistible. With blazing eyes they flung themselves on that old Rittmeister, and while one of them downed him with a blow under the chin we heard the voice of the other uplifted in a new slogan: 'Give over, will you, old turnip-head! You've got the goods, and, by Sam Hill, we mean to have 'em!' And with one hand he held the prisoner down while with the other he tore the Iron Cross from his tunic. "After the Bosch officer's fall our men made short work of the rest, but the runners didn't wait for victory. There was a muttered counting of the spoils: 'Six helmets for D Company. Two Bosch rifles. One bandolier. And the Iron Cross. That's the lot. We'd better git.' And they got." * * * * * "The two British Colossuses, _The Tribune_ says, opened fire with their 300 five-millimetres guns."--_The Post (Dundee.)_ This is the first we have heard of the new naval pea-shooter. * * * * * "The war aims to which Germany and Austria must give assent must be expressed in unequivocal language and based on the principles of jujsjtjicjejjjjji."--_Evening Echo (Cork)._ We are not quite sure whether our spirited contemporary refers to justice or ju-jitsu; but, either way, it means to give the Huns a knock-out. * * * * * "For British and Oversea soldiers and sailors who visit Paris a club is to be opened at the Hotel Moderne, Place de la République. "The British Ambassador, Sir Douglas Haig, Sir John Jellicoe, and Sir William Robertson have become patrons of the club, which will provide them with comfortable quarters and meals at reasonable prices, supply guides, and generally fulfil a useful purpose." _Evening Standard_. But surely the British Ambassador has already fairly comfortable quarters in the Rue Faubourg St. Honoré. * * * * * SMALL CRAFT. When Drake sailed out from Devon to break King PHILIP'S pride, He had great ships at his bidding and little ones beside; _Revenge_ was there, and _Lion_, and others known to fame, And likewise he had small craft, which hadn't any name.