(They are thoroughly disinfected before each performance.) PROGRAMME PART I 1. The Fog-lifters introduce themselves. 2. C---- tries--but can’t. 3. B---- sings a Warwickshire song in Yorkshire brogue. 4. Six-foot picks his mark. 5. B---- on his experiences in the Marines. 6. C---- relates his visit to Hastings. 7. T---- on Acrobatic Eyes. 8. The Second-in-Command ties himself in a knot. 9. Six-foot warns the unwary. 10. The Fog-lifters, feeling dry, retire at this point for a drink, and leave you to the tender mercies of H----. “Watch your watch and chain yourself to your seat.” PART II 11. T---- thinks of leave. 12. The “Boss” makes a bid for the biscuit. 13. B---- and his Favourite Topic. 14. Rather a Fagging Turn. 15. B---- in Love. 16. T---- endeavours to sing a Sentimental Song. 17. Six-foot shows B---- how it’s done. 18. The Second-in-Command excels ’iself. 19. B----’s memories of the Spanish Armada. 20. Six-foot and C---- have a Serious Relapse. _The Beginning of the End._ THE KING. II INCREASING THE PACE [Sidenote: French Aviator’s Bag.] Only time for a few lines before the post goes. I was flying at a quarter to three o’clock this morning. I was orderly pilot, and a Hun was reported in the neighbourhood. I went to bed after two hours’ flying and was knocked up again, and spent another couple of hours in the air--all this before I had anything to eat or drink. Luckily I was not at all hungry or thirsty. The Hun I was chasing (or rather looking for) on my second patrol was brought down a few miles from our aerodrome by a French aviator. The pilot and observer were killed. Neither my observer nor I saw anything at all of the fight, as we were patrolling further down the line. You bet I was fed up when we landed. The smash was brought to our place and taken away by the French. The machine seemed essentially German--very solid and thick, weight no object. The French aviators were very nice. I had a chat with them. The rumours at the aerodrome were various--one that I was brought down; another that I had brought down a Hun; and a third that a French aviator and I had had a scrap! * * * * * [Sidenote: The Enemy in our Midst.]