ational
repetition of the General Thanksgiving at the opening of the meeting
gave the keynote to the whole proceedings."--_Christian World._

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"An immediate advance of 10s. a week for adult workers and 5s. for
juniors is being made to employers by the National Transport Workers'
Federation."--_Evening Paper._

We have always contended that the motto "For others" is the guiding
principle of Labour.

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"There are Germans still in the Baltic Provinces--which is full of
uuuuuuuuuuuuuu eaoi aoa."--_Daily Paper._

Very suspicious.

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[Illustration: A WOMAN OF SOME IMPORTANCE

(_Mr. ASQUITH and the Paisley Mill-hand_).

"HOW ARE YOU VOTING, MY PRETTY MAID?"

"WAIT AND YOU'LL SEE, KIND SIR," SHE SAID.]

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[Illustration: SCENE.--_Local Hall._ DRAMA, "_The Alaskan Tiger Cat_."

_Hero_ (_after unsuccessful proposal_). "THEN, MARGARET, AM I TO TAKE IT
THAT YOU REFUSE ME?"]

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LABOUR AND ART;

OR, THE CONVERSION OF BINKS.

You have stood at some time, I suppose, with a sense of disaster
And gazed at a picture resembling an egg on a mat,
Or a sideslip of squares in the mode of a Pimlico master?--
Well, Binks's "Rebellion" and "Afternoon Tea in my Flat"
Were extremely like that.

He was nuts upon Beauty was Binks, and from boyhood acquainted
With Art, and so bound to her side with such delicate links
That I doubt if the soul of her, much as we've written and painted,
Had ever been fathomed (for is she not strange as the Sphinx?)
Till she got to know Binks.

He had hundreds of phases, and all of them highly sensational,
A Cubist unbending, a Vorticist equally stout;
Scorned one thing, he said, and one only, the Representational,
Meaning, I take it, a school where there isn't much doubt
What the whole thing's about.

And at times he would say, as I stared at his riotous scrimmages
And asked what on earth was the meaning, "You must have regard
To the mind of the artist, for Art is a matter of images,"
And it seemed that he thought all these things when he gazed very hard
At a tub in a yard.

But at times he would tell me that Art was a mere interweaving
Of hues and designs;