A strange tale was told in a Pall Mall club last week. A dashing, irate, monocled colonel, brushing discipline aside, tapped a silent, quizzical, white-haired general on the back.
"Have you heard, sir, have you heard?" he gasped impatiently, "an impudent Chinaman had the temerity to land in an airplane on my parade ground this morning. The scoundrel! What are we coming to, sir? And, when I informed him that he had no business to fly over the British army, that it was contrary to international law, that I...
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