... these Belgian soldiers, in occupation of a small detached post, are tranquilly fishing to add a little variety to their ration menu ...

... mutual respect for Shakespeare, who, if he had lived in Berlin in these lean days might have sung his swan-song on a camouflaged menu. As thus Poor, faithful Dobbin, dead and turned to steaks. Might touch the spot where every Teuton aches. Camouflage is one ...

... the military tobacco ration. Yours ever, Jack Johnson CAMOUFLAGE A LA CARTE RESTAURANT PROPRIETOR (to Head Waiter): That menu of yours is no good-put this one io its place ...

... there living riotously on bully beef and ship's biscuit, and tea made in a tin hat, we at home have to depend upon a muni cipal menu consisting chiefly of stray bits of oilcloth and old bootlaces scientifically camouflaged into soup and sausage. This latest ...