says he, givin' me a queer look, an' was off
like a mountain hare."

"Did the General recover?" I asked.

"That wine made a new man of him. He praised the Rig'mint up to the
heighths. We was the pink o' the Army, bedad! The throuble was he
wanted to know where he'd get more o' that same wine.

"'There's no more to be had,' says I to the O.C., for I was done wid
the job.

"'He says it has a powerful bouquet,' says the O.C.

"'That may be,' says I, 'but he'll niver taste the like of it agin.
'Twas an ould wine o' the counthry, an' there's niver been the match
of it before or since.'

"'Couldn't it be managed annyhow?' says the O.C.

"'Not for all the Gin'rals in the British army,' says I. 'Twas for the
love o' the Rig'mint I got that wine, an' I 'm done wid the job.'"

"Is that the end?" I asked.

"Barrin' this," said O'Reilly. And he produced from his pocket a
silver cigarette case, inside which was engraved, "To Sergeant Dennis
O'Reilly, who saved the situation, October 15th, 1917."

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[Illustration: BACK TO THE LAND.

_Ex-Air-Mechanic (in difficulties)._ "SEEMS TO BE A RARE OLD BUS FOR
NOSE-DIVING."]

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"No, thank you; I hate publicity.--Lord Jellicoe, in reply to a
request for a farewell massage."--_Provincial Paper_.

We agree with the gallant Admiral that such operations are better
conducted in private.

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"It was stated that the cow took ill, and died on 23rd June last,
and the purser now claimed the value of the animal, namely, L5O,
and also a further sum of L5, being the loss which he sustained
through the want of milk, butter, and cheese, supplied by said
cow from the date of her death to the date of the raising of the
action."--_Scots Paper_.

"Faithful unto death"--and a bit over.

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[Illustration: SARTORIAL CONTRASTS.

THE DUKE OF WESSEX WELCOMES THE LEADING FINANCIAL MAGNATE OF A
FRIENDLY NATION ON HIS ARRIVAL AT VICTORIA STATION.

UPPER-CUT BILL OF STEPNEY, THE WEST OF EUROPE HEAVYWEIGHT, WELCOMES
BASHER SCROGGINS OF VALPARAISO ON HIS ARRIVAL AT LIVERPOOL.]

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THE ART OF LEAVING.

If I had a son one of the first things I should teach him would be the
art of leaving. I would have him swift in all ways, but swiftest when
the time came to go. And wh