ith the arrest of
the murderer of Sir Frank Bulkeley, Bart.

_Gerald_ (_aside_). I'm done for!

_Clarkson._ There _must_ be some way of escape. Doc., it's up to you to
do something.

_Doctor._ With pleasure. I certify that Sir Frank died from heart
disease.

_Inspector_ (_stammering_). But--but--but he's _obviously_ shot. I mean
to say----

_Doctor._ I certify that Sir Frank Bulkeley died from heart disease ten
seconds before the bullet struck him. You can do nothing in the face of
my certificate.

_Gerald, Reggie and Violet._ Saved!

CURTAIN.

* * * * *

This Wonderful World.

"A Hamburg bookkeeper named Schute who has just celebrated his 8th
birthday, has been with his employers for sixty years, while his
son, his grandson, and his great-grandson are also working for
them."

_The Evening News._

* * * * *

"During the last two years some marvellous 'finds' have been made
at this wonderful fortress from time to time. It is intended to
continue excavation work for a moth."

_Denbighshire Free Press._

They can be caught much better with beer and treacle.

* * * * *

"LIBERAL MEMBER RESIGNS.

WILL STAND AS INDEPENDENT.

London, Wednesday.--Mr. Joseph Martin, Liberal M.P. for East St.
Pancras, is resigning his seat, and will recontest it as an
independent South Pole under American auspices."--_Sydney Daily
Telegraph._

Sir ERNEST SHACKLETON must look out.

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Illustration: _First Caddie._ "DOES IT MAKE YER DIZZY LOOKIN' DOWN
THESE 'OLES?"

_Second Caddie._ "No."

_First Caddie._ "THEN WHY DON'T YOU GO TO THE PIN SOMETIMES?"

* * * * *

THE FIRST TEE.

(_Mullion, July 17th._)

It is the place, it is the place, my soul!
(Blow, bugle, blow; sing, triangle; toot, fife!)
Down to the sea the close-cropped pastures roll,
Couches behind yon sandy hill the goal
Whereat, it may be, after ceaseless strife
The "Colonel" shall find peace, and Henry say, "Your hole" ...

Caddie, give me my driver, caddie,
The sun shines hot, but there's half a breeze,
Enough to rustle the tree-tops, laddie,
Only supposing there were some trees;
The year's at the full and the morn's at eleven,
It's a wonderful d