Raemaekers’ picture graphically depicts the efforts that are being made by German agents to convert Holland’s neutrality into an active support of Berlin. The German oculist trying on spectacles persuades his patient that the Dutch cry “Oranje Boven” is synonymous with “Deutschland über Alles.” In the earlier stages of the war it did not interfere with German projects that Holland should remain neutral, for hers was a useful country through which to import the various supplies of munitions and food which Germany needed. Now, however, that the stringency of the British blockade has so largely interfered with the transit of goods, Germany may discover it to be to her advantage to possess Holland as an Ally. Hence the zeal of the Teuton oculist and his insidious attempts to make the Dutchman see things as Germany sees them. The fact is, of course, that the possession of the Dutch coast line would add not a little to German facilities in her submarine and Zeppelin attacks. W. L. COURTNEY [Illustration: ORANJE BOVEN GERMAN OCULIST (trying on spectacles): “What do you read now?” DUTCHMAN: “Deutschland über Alles.” GERMAN OCULIST: “That is right; that pair exactly suits you.” “Oranje Boven” is the Dutch cry which answers to the German “Deutschland über Alles.”] Willy-Nilly The question uppermost in most of our minds at the present moment is, I take it, what are the Huns thinking? And, in particular, what are the Willies thinking? Raemaekers answers the question with his wonderful pencil in this cartoon. We know that the Huns prepared for and started this war with a bee in their bonnets, a bee which buzzed about Xerxes, Hannibal, Alexander and Napoleon. The two Willies were avowedly “out” for what they call “Weltmacht,” or world dominion. Bernhardi put it in tabloid form:--“Weltmacht oder niedergang.” If one fact shines out conspicuously after these dreadful months of slaughter it is this--that the Willies will not achieve world dominion. What are their inmost thoughts--now? Raemaekers pourtrays the All Highest with snow white hair and a dyed moustache still pointing upwards. The dyed moustache seems to me the keynote of the cartoon--la petite note qui chante. It should be white to match the hair, and drooping. What an effort to keep a stiff upper lip, when day after day the War Lord scans the casualty lists, and realises--as he must--that sooner or later the deluded Fatherland will know what he knows, and draw from that knowledge conclusions which he is powerless to modify or avert! They have drunk to “Der Tag.” And that Day is about to dawn, the DAY which will present them to their own people as discredited rulers and humiliated schemers.