ne feeling, and reasoning reverence. Moreover, whilst other works
are padded out into bulky volumes, he says all that need be said in
fifteen pages of a pleasantly-printed booklet--price sixpence. It is
a reprint from letters which the errant Editor contributed to his
journal, the _Liverpool Daily Post_, at the sign of which copies may
be had. THE BARON DE BOOK-WORMS & Co.

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Art's Friends and Foe!

TATE, WALLACE, AGNEW! Here be three good names,
Friends of true Art, and furtherers of her aims;
Munificence but waits to take sound shape;
Say, shall it be frustrated by--Red Tape?

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[Illustration: BUZZY TIME FOR THE MINISTER OF AGRICULTURE.

{Persons interested should secure the Government paper containing
all the information in regard to the Hessian Fly, and other injurious
insects and fungi.}]

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[Illustration: "THE CHURCH-GOING BELL."

SUNDAY MORNING, COAST OF NORWAY.

(_By Our Yotting Artist._)]

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JOHNNY, MAKE ROOM FOR DELONCLE!

(_NEW NORTH AFRICAN VERSION OF AN OLD SONG._)

"M. DELONCLE, in his conversation with a Belgian reporter,
puts in a claim for practically the whole of the northern
half of Africa, with the possible exception of Egypt."--_The
Times_.

AIR--"_Tommy, make room for your Uncle_."

_Deputy_ DELONCLE (_addressing_ JOHNNY BULL) _sings_:--

Nothing but deserts now left for France!
Hang it! That _will_ not do!
Therefore DELONCLE her claims must advance,
Mighty they are, nor few.
Right from Oubanghi unto Lake Tchad,
Through Wadai and Ba-gir-mi!
JOHNNY, my lad, I shall be glad
If you'll make room for ME!

_Chorus_.

JOHNNY, make room for DELONCLE,
There's a little dear!
JOHNNY, make room for DELONCLE,
He wants to stay here.
He needs the whole of North Africa!
(The rest he may leave to you),
Do not annoy, there's a good boy!
Make room for DELONCLE, do!

To So-ko-to and the Gan-do,
Your claims you must resign.
If France goes far from Zanzibar,
_I_'ll draw a new boundary line.
To the east of the Niger by latitude ten!
That is our mi-ni-_mum_!
Ours the Sahara! Yes, _che sara sara!_
Therefore don't _you_ look glum!

_Chorus_.

JOHNNY, make room for DELONCLE!
The Niger is our