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FRESH RUSSIAN SUCCESS.

OlJR LOSSES IN DARDANELLES.

1 THE VOSGES FIGHTING.

DRAMATIC MOMENTS.

BATTLE OF THE NARROWS.

THOSE PRIVATE "THEATRICALS.…

PRZEMYSL SORTIE REPULSED.

FALL OF PRZEMYSL.

K. ZEPPELIN RAID ON PARIS.

TWO TAUBES WRECKED.

I"BUR5T INTO FLAMES ALL OVER."

KARLSRUHE'S FATE.

THE ALLIES' BLOCKADE.

OUR LOSSES OF OFFICERS.

FUTILE AIR RAID ON DEAL.

BRITISH DASH AND GALLANTRY.

PRUSSIA AGAIN INVADED.

- MRS SYLVESTER'S SCRENG

♦ THE WILY TURK.

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♦ THE WILY TURK. The Dardanelles? Yes, I've been there. But wouldn't like to say How amany years ha' passed since kkst I lay in Saros Bay; And now the Queen Elisabeth la lying there, I see, And shelling forts twelve miles aal moM Across Gallipoli. I had been reading t'other day About t-he Lizzie's work, Imagining how it must feel Just now to be a Turk. Imagining his feelings when The British Navy calls On Enver Pasha, when at last Constantinople falls. He wore < fez. I put my paper down to go A turn along the shore, And' got my pipe a-going; bat I'd hardly left the door When I sees, a-coming 'long the beach, A man. Hello," I says, What joker's this? for, 'pon my The old chap wore a res I stopped an waited there for him As he came shuffling on; He was a beauty! seemed to me Amif the chap had gone A month an' more witliout a wash- In. fact, I'd bet on that! Then, as he passed, I shouts, Hello" Where did you get that hait *1 vas naturallø. I My shout seemed to awaken him. He stopped, an' looked at me. An' then he smiled. Allah be praised, A sailor man I see." But you're a Turk," I says to him. He looked with some surprise. I vas von vonce, but now I am A Breetisb—naturalise! An' ail the time his shifty eyes Were wandering round the pfleoe. Do what I could, I couldn't get A square look at his face. Veil, I must vat you call move OIl'.u Oh, wait a bit," says I. "What do you think o' Turkey? aad tried to catch his eye. The window open. f His little beady eyes flashed fire. De Turk vill vipe-" he cries. Then stopped. My friendt, I quite forgoi Dat I vas naturalise. De Turk no vin, dey never stand Doae powerful Breetish shetts. In two, dree weeks, your Navy, sue, Vill force de Dardanelles I II A crafty smile spread o'er his face; But in a flash was gone. Veil, as I said before, my frieadt, I must be moving on." An' off he shuffled, an' I watched TiH he was out o' sight; But little thought that Turk an' I Would meet again that night! wr < I kicked him out. I tTwas late before I got back home, An' wthen I did I found The window open. Tnieves! I cried, An' went in with a bound, To find that dirty, greasy Turk Searching my papers through. He yelled for mercy; but I did What any sailor 'd do. Then I made sure he'd nothing got, An' then, despite his yells, I gave him what the other Turks Get in the Dardanelles— Just kicked him cut. He down the road-O Quick as a bloomin' shot, Did what his country soon will do. What's that? The Turkey Trot!

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