s been effaced,
Though no doubt in many a folio
Of the grocer's ledger traced--

Once I arrogantly rated
You below the cheapest lard;
Once your "g" enunciated,
With pedantic rigour, hard.

How your elements were blended
Naught I knew; but wild surmise
Hinted horrors that offended
Squeamish and fastidious eyes.

Now this view, unjust, unfounded,
I recant with deep remorse,
Knowing you are not compounded
From the carcase of the horse.

Still with glances far from genial
I beheld you, margarine,
And restricted you to menial
Services in my cuisine.

Still I felt myself unable,
Though you helped to fry my fish,
To endure you at my table
Nestling in the butter-dish.

_Now_ that I have clearly tracked your
Blameless progress from the nut,
I proclaim your manufacture
As a boon, without a "but."

Now I trudge to streets far distant,
Humbly in your queue to stand,
Till the grocer's tired assistant
Dumps the packet in my hand.

Though you lack the special savour
Of the product of the churn,
Still the difference in flavour
I'm beginning to unlearn.

Thoughts of Devonshire or Dorset
From my mind have vanished quite,
Since the stern demands of war set
Limits to my appetite.

Butter is of course delicious;
But when that is dear and scant
Welcome, margarine, nutritious
Palatable lubricant!

* * * * *

"The undersigned, who has just returned from the Front, begs to
inform the Public that he has opened a Barber's Shop on the
ground floor of Miss ----'s house in Great George Street, where
he is prepared to give CUTS in any style required."--_Dominion
Chronicle_.

Well, his customers can't complain that they weren't warned.

* * * * *

TO HELP OUR OTHER ARMY.

With all eyes so focussed on the great deeds of our men in France, in
Palestine and on the sea, there is a possibility of losing sight now
and then of the constant and devoted efforts of the women and girls
at home, without whose co-operation the War could not be successfully
waged at all. We are the debtors not only of the munition workers who,
in their hundreds of thousands, are toiling for victory, but of women
and girls in myriad other employments, which they have cheerfully
attacked and mastered; and any little thing that we can do for t