k in a suburb of shell-shocked Rheims;
But the office echoes my waking screams
When I find it was only in my dreams
I was counting socks in Ordnance.

Unfortunately, all Mr. Pinmoney's efforts do not come up to this
standard, and we should be almost inclined to wonder whether the
writer has not after all mistaken his vocation, were it not for the
really brilliant piece of work which brings the volume (_Pegasus Comes
Home_) to a close. We make no apology for reproducing this masterpiece
in full:--

Man comes
And goes.
What then?
Who knows?

Here we have the whole philosophy of life and the life hereafter
summed up. If he never writes another line Mr. Pinmoney is by this
assured of a permanent place in the anthology of post-bellum poetry.

* * * * *

"Replying to the toast of his health, Mr. Lloyd George said it
was a great boon that a large industrial community should have
been founded amongst these lovely surroundings, a boon not
only for the workers, but also for their little children, who
would have the advantage of being reared in georgeous mountain
air."--_Daily Paper._

Lloyd-Georgeous, in fact.

* * * * *

[Illustration: MANNERS AND MODES.

HORRIBLE NIGHTMARE OF A LADY WHO DREAMS THAT SHE HAS GONE TO A BALL IN
HER NIGHT-GOWN AND FOUND HERSELF SHOCKINGLY OVERDRESSED.]

* * * * *

THE "FIRST HUNDRED" OF LOEB.

[The Loeb Classical Library, founded by a munificent American
millionaire, Mr. JAMES LOEB (_prononcez_ "Lobe"), and edited
by Dr. E. CAPPS, Mr. T. E. PAGE and Dr. W. H. D. ROUSE, has
now reached its hundredth volume.]

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When agitators rage and ramp,
And SMILLIE, with the aid of CRAMP,
Threatens to rend the globe;
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And drinks are dear and few and brief,
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By no vain annotations vexed
Which call from students sore perplexed
The patience of a Job;
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Neither too faithful nor too glib--
That, without fulsomeness or fib,
Is what we get in LOEB.

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The puissant radiobe;
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