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February 17, 1915
PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
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Art Patron (to R.A.). "We've lost so much since the War that we've come to ask if you wouldn't like to keep this portrait of my wife as Cleopatra."



CHALK AND FLINT.

Comes there now a mighty rally
From the weald and from the coast,
Down from cliff and up from valley,
Spirits of an ancient host;
Castle grey and village mellow,
Coastguard's track and shepherd's fold,
Crumbling church and cracked martello
Echo to this chant of old—
   Chant of knight and chant of bowman:
   Kent and Sussex feared no foeman
    In the valiant days of old!

Screaming gull and lark a-singing,
Bubbling brook and booming sea,
Church and cattle bells a-ringing
Swell the ghostly melody;
"Chalk and flint, Sirs, lie beneath ye,
Mingling with our dust below!
Chalk and flint, Sirs, they bequeath yo
This our chant of long ago!"
   Chant of knight and chant of bowman,
   Chant of squire and chant of yeoman:
   Kent and Sussex feared no foeman
    In the days of long ago!

Hills that heed not Time or weather,
Sussex down and Kentish lane,
Roads that wind through marsh and heather
Feel the mail-shod feet again;
Chalk and flint their dead are giving—
Spectres grim and spectres bold—
Marching on to cheer the living
With their battle-chant of old—
   Chant of knight and chant of bowman,
   Chant of squire and chant of yeoman:
   Witness Norman Witness Roman!
   Kent and Sussex feared no foeman
    In the valiant days of old.



"WHO FORBIDS THE BANDS?"

Those who wish to give practical expression to the approval of the scheme for raising Military Bands to encourage recruiting—the subject of one of Mr. Punch's cartoons of last week—are earnestly invited to send contributions to the Lord Mayor at the Mansion House. Further information may be obtained at the offices of "Recruiting Bands," 16, Regent Street, S.W.


From a schoolboy's essay on the War:—

When the Germans lose a few ships they make rye faces."

This kind of face comes, we believe, from the eating of the official War-bread.


Hint to the Germans at St. Mihiel:—

"Alas what boots it with incessant care
To strictly meditate the thankless Meuse?"
Milton: "Lycidas."