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This page contains satirical anecdotes about German military figures during World War I, mocking their pride and circumstances. **The Kaiser and Napoleon anecdote** ridicules the German Kaiser's vanity. A British officer suggests the Kaiser's accommodations (likely a prison or confined space) wouldn't seem small to him as they did to Napoleon—implying the Kaiser is physically smaller or lesser than Napoleon. The Kaiser responds by writing an essay on "British Boorishness," turning his embarrassment into blame-shifting. **The Admiral Von Tirpitz story** portrays the famous German admiral as a prisoner in the Tower of London, comically discovering an ankle shackle during his morning routine. His outburst about "hyphens" being a nuisance appears to be a coded complaint about German compound words, used for comedic effect. The anecdote ends with him sarcastically sending a birthday card to a New York recipient, likely Herman Ridder, a German-American publisher. Both pieces use humor to demean German leadership while celebrating British superiority and control over German prisoners.

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Rather larger than I thought, he added patronizingly. “I really don't see why Napoleon Bona- parte should have complained that it was so very small.” “Well, sir,” said the British officer reflectively, “I suppose, sir, that wot might ‘ave seemed rawther small to the H'Emperor Napoleon, sir, wouldn't strike your ex'ighness as a tight fit, sir.” It was then that the Kaiser returned to his throne-room and wrote his fa- mous essay on the Brutal Boorishness of British Bee Apmirat Vox Tirritz Makes A Discovery The famous German Admiral Von Tirpitz had just partaken of his first breakfast in the Tower of London, and, for the moment forgetting his status as an involuntary guest of the Britis! Empire, he rose from his ch with the expectation of taking his usual morning stroll. He was soon brought to a vivid realization of the facts, however, by the steel-riveted link that bound his right ankle to the wall, “Donner und Blitzen!” he cried, as the unyielding bit of iron jerked him back into his chair again, “I neffer realized before vot a damnable nui- sance von of dem hyphens really iss to a real Cherman!” He thereupon called for writing materials and sent a birthday card to Mr. Herman Ridder, of New York, Weight One Open Triangle HALF-OUNCE NEVERBIND CAN'T CHOKE YOUR . Try it for hot weather COM- FORT—you'll never again wear any other kind of garter, winter or summer, ingle or double oatte grip, mercerized, rte soe. George Frost Co., Makers, Boston, Mass. aw TO The Gillette at Home Forty Dollars a Year Income for Life—and Better Shaving 0 a young man who came to him for advice a great financier once said: “The trouble is you don’t capitalize your wealth.” And went on to prove it by showing that 15 cents a day represents the earning power of a $1,000 bond. “Yet,” he continued, “‘most men spend that amount needlessly every day in one way or another.” Looked at in that way, there is a financial reason that in itself is making the Gillette Safety Razor well worth while to the men with a sense of values—to say nothing of the sheer comfort of the quick, smooth, easy Gillette shave—and the boon of “no stropping, no honing.” It's a good idea to own a Gillette—Forty Dollars a year income for life is not so bad for a $5 investment — and there is always that Gillette Shave you know. Gillette Razors, $5 and up: Blades, 50 cents and $1 the packet. Dealers everywhere. GILLETTE SAFETY RAZOR COMPANY BOSTON, MASS. saying, “Cheer up. Everybody has em,” which a courteous — censor kindly allowed to go through without alteration, eee Tue Reavy Wit or Mr. Beaucname Chark The Hon. J. Beauchamp Clark, of Missouri, Speaker of the House of Representatives, was strolling along the lovely sylvan paths bordering the flowery banks of the Mississippi at St. Louis one beautiful afternoon in June. The birds singing in the trees across the river at Venice and the happy cry of the chipmonks as they gathered their winter supply of nuts in the shadow of the iron foundries of Granite City alone broke the stillness of that rare moment. Suddenly from out of a clump of wild mustard bushes, gleaming like a sunlit mint directly in front of the stroller, there sprang the lithe, lissome figure of a human being, comicbooks.com