From News of the Week, The Spectator, 12 December 1914: An incident connected with the naval action off the Falkland Islands which has touched us deeply, and which we are sure will touch the whole of our countrymen, has been the chorus of delight—no other phrase will do—with which the victory has been received in America.
From News of the Week, The Spectator, 12 December 1914: The week has been a week of good news. Last in order but first in importance comes the naval victory off the Falkland Islands. No summary of this news can better the Admiralty’s own report, which is splendid in its terseness and reticence:— “At 7.30
From The Honourable Spy, The Spectator, 5 December 1914: Decency is violated by the military spy when he becomes, for instance, a naturalized subject of a foreign Power only to betray his adopted country. No such charge of dishonour can be brought against the German spy Lody who was shot at the Tower. He spied,
From The Policy of Mystification, The Spectator, 5 December 1914: Let us say that we have not ourselves suffered from the Censorship at all. We have never submitted, and have never been asked to submit, any article to the Press Bureau. Such censorship as has been exercised in our columns has been the purely voluntary
From News of the Week, The Spectator, 5 December 1914: Friday’s Times contains extracts from an interview with Lord Kitchener, published in the Saturday Evening Post— a weekly newspaper with a large circulation in all parts of the United States. Nothing could be better than the passage in which Lord Kitchener dealt with the action of the
‘Nice camouflage pants.’
‘And finally, gentlemen, as a nod towards the environmentalists among you, he’s been entirely locally sourced.’
‘I think he may have been radicalised — look, he’s on Facebook.’
‘I don’t have as much time to beg as I’d like, now I’m working.’
'You're one of thoseeveryday sexists.'
‘Was it Mrs White, in the dining room, with the chicken chasseur?’
‘It must be so lonely, dining alone.’
‘Time to put my Jeffrey Campbell shoes back into hibernation.’
‘Oh my God, Janice, what did I tell you about using too much body scrub!’
