"'Have ye the wine, O'Reilly?' says he. "'I have, sorr,' says I; 'but I'd be glad if ye'd ask me no questions about it.' "'Not for the world,' says he, givin' me a queer look, an' was off like a mountain hare." "Did the General recover?" I asked. "That wine made a new man of him. He praised the Rig'mint up to the heighths. We was the pink o' the Army, bedad! The throuble was he wanted to know where he'd get more o' that same wine. "'There's no more to be had,' says I to the O.C., for I was done wid the job. "'He says it has a powerful bouquet,' says the O.C. "'That may be,' says I, 'but he'll niver taste the like of it agin. 'Twas an ould wine o' the counthry, an' there's niver been the match of it before or since.' "'Couldn't it be managed annyhow?' says the O.C. "'Not for all the Gin'rals in the British army,' says I. 'Twas for the love o' the Rig'mint I got that wine, an' I 'm done wid the job.'" "Is that the end?" I asked. "Barrin' this," said O'Reilly. And he produced from his pocket a silver cigarette case, inside which was engraved, "To Sergeant Dennis O'Reilly, who saved the situation, October 15th, 1917." * * * * * [Illustration: BACK TO THE LAND. _Ex-Air-Mechanic (in difficulties)._ "SEEMS TO BE A RARE OLD BUS FOR NOSE-DIVING."] * * * * * "No, thank you; I hate publicity.--Lord Jellicoe, in reply to a request for a farewell massage."--_Provincial Paper_. We agree with the gallant Admiral that such operations are better conducted in private. * * * * * "It was stated that the cow took ill, and died on 23rd June last, and the purser now claimed the value of the animal, namely, £5O, and also a further sum of £5, being the loss which he sustained through the want of milk, butter, and cheese, supplied by said cow from the date of her death to the date of the raising of the action."--_Scots Paper_. "Faithful unto death"--and a bit over. * * * * * [Illustration: SARTORIAL CONTRASTS. THE DUKE OF WESSEX WELCOMES THE LEADING FINANCIAL MAGNATE OF A FRIENDLY NATION ON HIS ARRIVAL AT VICTORIA STATION. UPPER-CUT BILL OF STEPNEY, THE WEST OF EUROPE HEAVYWEIGHT, WELCOMES BASHER SCROGGINS OF VALPARAISO ON HIS ARRIVAL AT LIVERPOOL.] * * * * * THE ART OF LEAVING. If I had a son one of the first things I should teach him would be the art of leaving. I would have him swift in all ways, but swiftest when the time came to go. And when he went he should go absolutely. For although the people who leave slowly are bad enough, they are as nothing compared with the people who make false exits and return with afterthoughts.