ed on the point of turning turtle
and he was soaked to the skin already. Then, realizing that he could not
remain on the bridge another minute without internal disaster, he made a
supreme effort.

"My dear skipper," he howled at the top of his voice, "you surely don't
call this a storm? The merest breeze, I assure you. I really can't be
disturbed for such a trifle. If it begins to blow at all during the night
let me know and I'll come up and take the matter in hand;" and without
waiting for a reply he scrambled down from the bridge and made a dash for
the seclusion of the state-room.

Next morning they were rolling in the swell off Marseilles, with the
prestige of the British Navy, if possible, higher than ever.

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[Illustration: POLICE CONSTABLE (DEMOBILISED OFFICER) MEETS AN OLD FRIEND
FROM FRANCE.]

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"The Lord Mayor of Dublin has placed a room in the City Hall at the
disposal of the Labour party for the reception of reputations."--_Irish
Paper_.

A kindly thought. Reputations are so easily lost in Ireland.

* * * * *

JAZZERWOCKY.

(_With apologies to LEWIS CARROLL._)

'Twas grillig, and the Jazzlewags
Did glomp and scrimble o'er the board;
All gladsome were their dazzlerags,
And the loud Nigs uproared.

"Beware the Tickle Trot, my son,
The feet that twink, the hands that clug;
Beware the Shimmy Shake and shun
The thrustful Bunny Hug."

He put his pumpsious shoon on foot,
He bent his knees to slithe and sprawl,
Till, fagged and flausted by disdoot,
He brooded by the wall.

And, as in broody ease he lay,
The Jazzerwock, with shoulders bare,
Came swhiffling through the juggly fray
And grapped him by the hair.

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The prancing maze they reeled and pressed,
Till both his feet ignored the beat
And woggled with the best.

"And hast thou learnt at last to jazz?
Come take my arm, my clomplish boy;"
O hectic day! Cheero! Cheeray!
He chwinckled in his joy.

'Twas grillig, and the Jazzlewags
Did glomp and scrimble o'er the board;
All gladsome were their dazzlerags,
And the loud Nigs uproared.

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A PAINFUL SUBJECT.

I do not love dentists. In this antipathy I am not unique, I fancy. One
never se