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THE "HONGKONG TELEGRAPH.

·MONDAY, NOVEMBER 247 1919.

A view of the Hamburg American S. S. Company's new airliner, the Bodensee in her Hangar at Friedrichshofen showing the forward gondola of the passenger airship. The Bodensee was built for passenger service and recently made her maiden trip from Friedrichshofen to Berlin.

The above picture shows American soldiers, stationed in Berlin, at an outing. They are dancing with German partners.

In the recent Police strike in Boston, many prominent business men gave their service to the community. Here Mr. James D. Henderson. President of three Boston Banks. in shown directing traffic.

DELIVERING NEWSPAPERS.

A STOTY OF THE RECENT STRIKE.

Here are seen the President of Germany (right) and Minister of Defence (left) enjoying a "dip". In, the fore- gound, a member of their party impersonating Father Neptune.

Mr. Alan M. Nichols, a London man, whose face is see above his typewriter. lost his sight and both hands in the war. But with a pair of artificial hand a specially built machine and special training, be can write with case and rapidity..

more men

3,400,000 DEMOBILISED.

"

At 3 am. I became dimly con-car occasionally disappeared, and where was the matter. We would reply

and boys picking their way through the and as passed us this monster narrow streets of newspaperland, of the night seemed to draw its cheerfully with a cockadoodledoocious that we were following the I could feel my driver set his demolished the bundles.

Wraith-like teeth and put his foor hard on the The breakfast-table delivery the Dolly Neurs expresses spines in and save us from on the hooter. Rural policemen, course of a river.

regarding us suspicionsly, would mists rose before us and threatened accelerator in another dash to had not failed, and the Daily bean their night-dash North disaster.

Past High Wycombe the going bawl out ridiculous warnings and to slow us down. Once we polled catch him up and all this time News was on sale in South Wales South, East and West.

we could up to adjust the head-lights. The the brown paper waistcoat which that morning as it is every The way to Wales from Bou-was good on the open road, for instructions which

At nearly every silence of the woods was almost I had made out of packing room morning at 7 a.m. A Special Correspondent of the veric-street lies along the Thames saken and deserted for the night. never hear.

waste was getting colder and Embankment. Piccadilly. Berke-Always those words-"Latest village we passed a milk lorry paralysing. Daily News writest-

I have read in fairy books of colder. Early the other morning I stoodley-Street, and the Bayswater-news of the strike "on the back bolding up for the right. with

The beautiful valley of the alone in St. Mary-street, Cardiff, road, and then one clear straight of our pilot appeared before ur the driver and crew asleep amid knights in shining armour dash-

оп horseback to city Wre spread itself before us at and became conscious that I was leap along the Oxford high-eyes at the end of our beam of the milk churns. Old-fashioned ing up

and demanding en-dawn. The faint crimson lines For hours 1 sat clutch-light, and below them the little signposts, with the fingers point- fortresses being closely watched by the way.

straw hat with my red danger exe of the front car ing at confused angles, contrary trance to the guarded gates on of the morning made rainbows of

The War Office announces that police. I looked like a beardless ing my Father Christmas after a heavy eyes glued to the poster. Latest warning us not to tread on its to the advice of the A.A., stood errands of life and. I thought the silken mists. The world was

Legends such at the cross-roads like ghost-jof

Smoke from the from the date of the armistice as these awakening. 8nowstorm. My straw hat was

news of the strike" on the back tail.

Midnight saw us at Oxford, aly sentinels. The pilot-driver as our six-cylinder Talbot climbed cottages was mingling with the until noon on October 1, 120,478 thick with the dust of many of the demon pilot car. We counties. Little white clouds fell played a sort of hunt the slipper shadowy city of spires and high ignored them. He possessed the (the long, steep hill at Chepstow mists. Farmers' boys were out officers and 2,930,911 other ranks

Signposts are at 40 m.p.h. Up and up we in the fields. from my clothes.

We made a long halt at New had been demobilised; 21,914 game as far as Ealing, and then, walls. We climbed the Cots- real road sense. When I stamped my cold feet settling down to an easy 40 mileswolds, leaving behind us bigb, only intended for amateurs and mounted, dropping our first bundle

Rural District of Daily News in the deserted port. The 140-mile journey from officers and 183,50% other ranks on the ground the police quickly per hour. we soon left the Lon-wheeling columns of dust, and members

High-street, and tossing a spare Bouverie-street was accomplished had been discharged medically drew a cordon round me. What don lights behind us.

creating a gale that brought down | Councils.

Our first stop was at Gloucester, copy to the affrighted policeman. at 5 am, nearly a hour before unfit, and 143,583 other ranks had was I? Where had I come from? At High Wycombe a distant the autumn leaves in showers.

Men and boys fell What were my motives? Then object like a giant porcupine We hooted through sleeping where we warmed up with the who guarded the citadel, and left our time.

at the upon the tone of papers and took been discharged from the reserve, with chattering teeth I told them moved towards us and threatened villages, and a late goer-to-bed tea and cakes at the Y.M.C.A. him rubbing his eyes

Another lorry took making a total of 142,389 officers- the story of my night ride from to spike our tyres. It was a would pop his head through the while the right prowlers waylaid phantoms that passed before him. them away.

The little red eye of the pilot the rest of the papers to Cardiff, and 3,258,001 other ranks. London with two tons of Daily cartload of chairs for London, window and ask alarmingly what us for the latest strike news.. News evenly distributed on two high-speed motors driven by two ax-Army motorists.

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I told them how, though trains may go and train may stop, the breakfast table delivery of The Daily News goes on for ever and they believed me and gave me coffee:

When I left Bouveric-street the Daily News staff were sac- cessfully coping, as they had boen doing for several nights, with the enormous difficulties of distribution. The departure of the huge motor lorries, laden with tons of papers was being watched by a fascinated crowd.

The drivers, muffled to the chin, and wearing heavy overcoats and thick gloves, were regarded with awe as they "tuned up" their engines, examined the headlights, or rapidly consulted road maps.

The presses, began to disgorge papers, thousand after thousand: a-small army of men staggered under the great bundles which. they: fonded on to the lorries and,

DOINGS OF THE DUFFS.

AW SHOOT! IT'S RAINING, DAHNY - THAT'S "TOO BAD! I WAS GOING TO GO OVER

TO THE DRUG STORE AND

GET YOU SOME CAUDY-

CANDY, DADDY? YES I VART

SOME CANDY!

AW, DADDY, I WANT SOME CANDY -GET ME SOME WILL YOU' AW-DADDY-] WART CANDY!

of

Tom Star ed Something He Had to Finish.

NOW YOU CUT OUT THAT CRYINGI PADDY CAN'T GO IN THE RAIN -50 JUST FORGET IT FOR A LITTLE WHILE

NOVI, DON'T JUMP ME?

HE'S NOT HURT OR "ÄINTING

I SIMPLY TOLD HIM THAT I MJAS GONG TO GET HIM SOME

·CANDY AT THE DRUG STORE BUT "THAT I COULDN'T GO HOÙ ON

ACCOUNT OF THE

RAIN -

WELL, YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE [SMD AINTHING

ABOUT CANDY

IF YOU COULDNT)

MAKE GOOD-

BY ALLMAN.

RATHER A STORMY OLD NIGHT 15A'T IT?

WHO ASKED

You?

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