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oring by individuals in the shape of rusks."--_Daily Chronicle_. No authority for this remarkable statement is given, but we suspect the _Russky Invalid_. * * * * * "A trifle of a trinket for his women-folk is the only saving as an insurance for the poor against famine and starvation for a rainless day."--_A Native Writer in "The Times of India."_ KIPLING was right, East is East and West is West. * * * * * "The undersigned has great pleasure in informing all the ladies, gentlemen and the other travellers in the Station that a very nice comfortable motor car can be obtained on hire from him for a walk in or out of the Station for any period of time at very reasonable charges."--_Peshawar Daily News_. The petrol shortage evidently extends to India. * * * * * "Ireland is accustomed to disappointment; she is accustomed to what she signalises as betrayal, but her spirit remains unbroken, and she goes on her way undaunted to seek, it may be by new methods and a new road, her appointed gaol."--_Manchester Guardian._ Irishmen may justifiably resent this cynicism on the part of an old friend. * * * * * [Illustration: A MODIFIED SALIENT. _The Old 'Un (surveying recently called-up warrior)._ "WELL, JARGE, YOU'M STILL TURR'BLE FAT, BUT THE ARMY DO ZEEM TO 'AVE REARRANGED IT, LIKE."] * * * * * GOLD BRAID. Same old crossing, same old boat, Same old dust round Rouen way, Same old narsty one-franc note, Same old "Mercy, sivvoo play;" Same old scramble up the line, Same old 'orse-box, same old stror, Same old weather, wet or fine, Same old blooming War. _Ho Lor, it isn't a dream,_ _It's just as it used to be, every bit;_ _Same old whistle and same old bang,_ _And me to stay 'ere till I'm 'it._ 'Twas up by Loos I got me first; I just dropped gently, crawled a yard And rested sickish, with a thirst-- The 'eat, I thought, and smoking 'ard ... Then someone offers me a drink, What poets call "the cooling draft," And seeing 'im I done a think: "_Blighty_," I thinks--and laughed. I'm not a soldier natural, No more than most of us to-day; I runs a business with a pal (Meaning the Missis) Fulham way; Gree
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