ich opposition
had been conducted. They protested it was all due to his conciliatory
manner.

And so home to bed as early as eleven o'clock.

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[Illustration: _Inquisitive Party._ "Ye'll likely be gaun tae Elie?"
_N.C.O._ "No!"

_Inquisitive Party._ "Than ye'll be gaun tae Pittenweem?" _N.C.O._
"No!!"

_Inquisitive Party._ "Then ye'll shair tae be gaun tae Crail?" _N.C.O._
"No!!!"

_Inquisitive Party_. "Dae ye think a care a dom whaur ye're gaun?']

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DELHI-ON-SEA.

"Delhi, Monday,--The P. and O. Steamer Arabia, with the outward
mail of the 22nd, arrived here at 1-30 p.m. to-day (Sunday)."

_The Beharee_.

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"Commencing on December 1st the London banks will close at three
o'clock, except on Saturday at one o'clock, with a view to
assisting recruiting by realising a number of clerks."

_Bay of Plenty Times._

Financially and otherwise the bank-clerk is one of our best securities.

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PLUS CA CHANGE, PLUS C'EST LA MEME CHOSE.

Before the War Miss Betty Pink
Was just an ordinary mink;
Her skirt was short, her eye was glad,
Her hats would almost drive you mad,
She was, in fact, to many a boy
A source of perturbation;
At household duties she would scoff,
She lived for tennis, bridge and golf,
She motored, hunted, smoked and biked,
Did just exactly what she liked,
And took a quite delirious joy
In casual flirtation.

But when the War arrived, you see,
She flew at once to V.A.D.,
Belgians, Red Cross, and making mitts,
And (profitably) sold her Spitz,
And studied mild economy
In things she wasn't wrapt in;
One game alone of all her games
She stuck to. Which is why her name's
No longer Pink. I laughed almost,
On reading in _The Morning Post_,
That Betty, "very quietly,"
Had wed a tempy Captain.

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[Illustration: _M.C._ (_introducing bluejacket who fancies himself as a
basso_). "Mr. 'Icks will now oblige with several blasts on 'is fog-'orn,
entitled, 'O Ruddier than the Cherry.'"]

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ERIN-GO-BRAGH.

"Saft marnin', Mrs. Ryan--ye're out early this marnin'."

"Ye say right, Mrs. Flanagan, I am that. Me son wint back to the Fro