but means "holy-butt" (or flat-fish), and holy fishes are
possessed of magical powers. When I lived on the coast of Florida
I had a tame tarpon, which could swallow anything--croquet balls,
door scrapers--and once ate an entire cottage pianoforte in
half-an-hour. Here I may add that in my travels in Turkestan I was
attacked by a boa-constrictor, and, though I escaped with my life,
it proceeded to swallow the Bactrian camel on which I was riding.
On the following day, however, when the boa was still in a
comatose condition, I killed it with a boomerang, rescued the
camel and continued my journey without further mishap.

I am, Sir, Yours veraciously,

ANDREW MERRIMAN.

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[Illustration: _Lady Driver (just joined)_. "OH, SERGEANT, I HOPE I
SHAN'T UPSET MY FIRST PASSENGER!"

_Sergeant (A.S.C., M.T.)._ "PASSENGER, MISS! DON'T LET THAT WORRY YOU.
PLENTY MORE PASSENGERS!"]

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THE SIX-HOUR DAY.

AN ANTICIPATION.

["If the husband's hours are reduced to six that gives the wife a
chance. The home and the children are as much his as hers. With
his enlarged leisure he will now be able to take a fair share in
home duties."

_Mrs. WILL CROOKS_.]

Jock Mackay was a lusty soul;
He earned his livelihood winning coal;
Black with grime, all huddled and bent,
A third of his life in the pit he spent;
A third he slept and a third he slacked
Training the whippet his fancy backed,
Or talking strikes with a fervent zest
In the bar of the neighbouring "Miners' Rest."

Jean Mackay was his wife; her day
Started or ever the dawn was grey;
She lit the fire, she shook the mats,
She frizzled the bacon and dressed the brats,
She darned and mended, she made the beds,
She combed the tugs in the tousled heads,
She knitted the socks, she washed and baked
Till every bone in her body ached;
She toiled and moiled in a non-stop fight
From six in the morning till ten at night.

But there dawned a day when Jock Mackay
Came home from the mine with a dancing eye
And a laugh in his heart, and he cried out, "Jean,
'Tis the grandest day that the warl' has seen!
The lads are a' cheerin' and rinnin' fey,
For the Government's gien us the sax-hour day."

Jean stopped scrubbing. "Is't true?" said she;
"I wish ye luck. But bide a wee.
Noo that the batt