of the world conflict which seemed obscure to a neutral statesman have long been laid bare by the avowals of the chief criminal.  The story is told in the Memoir of Prince Lichnowsky, in the revelations of Dr. Muehlon of Krupp’s, in the official correspondence that has come to light since the Revolution of Berlin.  Germany stands before the bar of civilisation as the reus confitens in the cause of light against darkness, freedom against world enslavement.

So the War began, and if “when war begins then hell opens,” the saying gained a tenfold truth in the greatest War of all, when the aggressor at once began to wage it on non-combatants, on the helpless and innocent, on women and children, with a cold and deliberate ferocity unparalleled in history.  Let it now be frankly owned that in the shock of this discovery Mr. Punch thought seriously of putting up his shutters.  How could he carry on in a shattered and mourning world?  The chronicle that follows shows how it became possible, thanks to the temper of all our people in all parts of the Empire, above all to the unwavering confidence of our sailors and soldiers, to that “wonderful spirit of light-heartedness, that perpetual sense of the ridiculous” which, in the words of one of Mr. Punch’s many contributors from the front, “even under the most appalling conditions never seemed to desert them, and which indeed seemed to flourish more freely in the mud and rain of the front line trenches than in the comparative comfort of billets or ‘cushy jobs.’” Tommy gave Mr. Punch his cue, and his high example was not thrown away on those at home, where, when all allowance is made for shirkers and slackers and scaremongers, callous pleasure-seekers, faint-hearted pacificists, rebels and traitors, the great majority so bore themselves as to convince Mr. Punch that it was not only a privilege but a duty to minister to mirth even at times when one hastened to laugh for fear of being obliged to weep.  In this resolve he was fortified and encouraged, week after week, by the generous recognition of his efforts which came from all parts of our far-flung line.

This is no formal History of the War in the strict or scientific sense of the phrase; no detailed record of naval and military operations.  There have been many occasions on which silence or reticence seemed the only way to maintain the national composure.  It is Mr. Punch’s History of the Great War, a mirror of varying moods, month by month, but reflecting in the main how England remained steadfastly true to her best traditions; how all sorts and conditions of men and women comported themselves throughout the greatest ordeal that had ever befallen their race.

Mr. PUNCH’S HISTORY of the GREAT WAR

August, 1914.