OLONIES.

Long ages ere the Age of Man,
While yet this earthly crust was thinnish,
The War of Might and Right began,
Proceeding swiftly to a finish;
And this provides in many ways
An object-lesson nowadays.

The Saurians, clad in coats of mail,
Shone with a most attractive lustre;
Strong claws, long limbs, a longer tail--
They pinned their faith to bulk and bluster;
They laid their eggs in every land
And hid them deftly in the sand.

The Mammals, small as yet and few,
Relying less on scales and muscles,
Developed diaphragms, and grew
Non-nucleated red corpuscles;
They walked more nimbly on their legs
And learnt the art of sucking eggs.

The Saurians, spoiling for a fight,
Went off in high explosive fashion;
They lashed themselves to left and right
Into a pre-historic passion;
The Mammals, on the other hand,
Ate all their eggs up in the sand.

Those precious eggs, a source of pride
On which the Saurian hopes depended,
Kept all their enemies supplied
With life by which their own was ended;
And where they fondly hoped to spread
The Mammals lived and throve instead.

And so the Saurians passed from view,
Leaving behind the faintest traces,
No longer bent on hacking through,
Though looking still for sunny places;
Dwarfed to a more convenient size
They spend their time in catching flies.

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THE NON-STOP LINGUIST.

"To O.C. ... From ... Brigade. ---- Corps requires services of an
officer who can speak Italian fluently for four or five days."

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"Under the auspices of the Women's Reform Club, a Ladies' Fancy Dress
Ball will be held at the Residential Club, Main Street. No Gentlemen.
No Wallflowers. Ladies may appear in mail attire."--_Bulawayo
Chronicle_.

In their "knighties," so to speak?

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ANOTHER IMPENDING APOLOGY.

"Bosley and district churchmen have thus a gaol set before them which
it should be and, no doubt, will be their aim to reach as soon as
possible."--_Congleton Chronicle_.

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"A few minutes later, with his suit-case in one hand and his
type-writer in the other, he let himself out at the
front-door,"--_Munsey's Magazine_.

Another case of the Hidden Hand.

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