was
sung with enthusiasm and, after repeated cheers, the crowd
dispersed."--_Times._

"It was typical of the largest crowd that has watched round
the cathedral the passing of the year that at the moment when
midnight struck it should be engaged in one tremendous jostle
and push, rough and tumble, and that no one thought to strike
up the tune--traditional to the occasion--of 'Auld Lang
Syne.'"--_Star._

"The gigantic Hindenburg figure of Militarism in the centre of
the room melted away with the appearance of the Peace Angel,
reputed to be the fairest lady in Chelsea, who had climbed a
ladder within his leviathan bulk."--_Times._

"When twelve o'clock struck The God of War _should_ have
collapsed gracefully to give place to the most beautiful
artist's model in Chelsea, draped as the Goddess of Peace.
But something went wrong with the ropes, and the God of War
floated a yard or two into the air, just sufficiently high to
show us the feet and knees of the Goddess of Peace."--_Evening
Standard._

* * * * *

"The famous flood-test of the Parisian, the stone ouave on
the Bridge of Alma, is in water up to his waist."--_Provincial
Paper._

Surely an understatement. The "ouave" seems to have had his Z washed
away.

* * * * *

From a _feuilleton_:--

"James put his cold hands in his pockets and buttoned up his
coat collar before turning out to his work."--_Weekly Paper._

This is not so easy as it sounds.

* * * * *

[Illustration: _Teuton (released after internment for the duration, to
old business friend who is trying to avoid him)._ "WELL, MINE FRIENT,
AND WHERE HAF YOU PEEN HIDING YOURSELF THE LAST FOUR OR FIFE YEARS?"]

* * * * *

WORDS OF WISDOM.

"Come, all you young seamen, take heed now to me,
A hard-case old sailorman bred to the sea,
As sailed the seas over afore you was born,
An' learned 'em by heart from the Hook to the Horn.

"Don't hold by the ratlines when going aloft
(Which I've told you afore but can't tell you too oft),
Or you'll strike one that's rotten as sure as you live,
And it's too late to learn when you've once felt it give;
If you don't hit the bulwarks you'll sure hit the sea,
For them rotten ratlines--they're the devil," says he.

"Now if