ly a million and fought for the
privilege of escorting the visitors to the station with such desperate
enthusiasm that at a late hour on Saturday night no traces of Prince
Ongtong or any of his choir could be discovered. This is all the
more to be regretted as arrangements had been made for a competition
between the Solomon Islanders and the Czecho-Slovakian singers, at
which Lord ASKWITH had undertaken to adjudicate. All hope however of
tracing the missing party has not yet been given up, and a wireless
message received at Marconi House on Sunday night states that the
Ringwood police had arrested a partially-clad foreigner in the
neighbourhood of the Rufus-stone.
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[Illustration: A GENERAL STRIKE ON DERBY DAY.
FROM OUR GALLERY OF INCONCEIVABLE HORRORS.]
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CHANCE FOR THE HOMELESS.
"For Sale, Hupmobile Car (1916 model), saloon body, self
starter, electric light, lory on ground floor, 3 bedrooms,
bathroom seater, with 2 extra chairs."--_Provincial Paper_.
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"Mr. ---- is forty-six and a man of business. He is chairman
of the City Lands Committee, and a member of the Corporation.
These things are not good training for championship
lawn-tennis."--_Evening Paper_.
This applies more especially, of course, to the Corporation.
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"The Duchess still looks quite a girl, and so does the
Duke, particularly now that he has shaved off his tiny
moustache."--_Weekly Paper_.
The Duke's motto: "Put me among the girls."
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N. Y. D.
Trench-foot, shell-shock and the other well-known by-products of war
on the Western Front always got the bulk of medical notice, while our
rarer Macedonian efforts remained neglected. My friend McTurtle has
nervous prostration, with violent paroxysms at the mention of leave
or demobilization, and the medical profession can only classify him as
"N. Y. D., or Not Yet Diagnosed (malignant)."
McTurtle is a Staff-officer. A famous Atlantic liner dumped him at
Salonica in 1915, and when the first infantrymen panted through the
town in search of non-existent billets McTurtle was to be seen in the
window of a villa giving bird-seed to his canary. At Salonica it is
not considered good form to ask openly what a Staff-officer's job is,
but he allowed friend
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