cuffs clicked over his wrists there crashed above him the
joyous clamour of wedding bells.

* * *

Ralph Wonderson paused for a moment at the lych-gate, his lovely
fair-haired bride clinging to his arm. Standing in the mellow beauty of
the English landscape they made a memorable picture. A red-coated
figure, covered with the stains of hard riding, approached them, bowing
low. In his hand he held a magnificent fox's brush.

"This has been unanimously awarded to you, Sir," he said, "as a memento
of the finest ride in the annals of the Chingerley Hunt."

And, as Ralph and his bride raised the brush to their lips, from the
admiring throng which pressed about them went up that thrilling
immemorial hunting chorus, "_Tally-ho! Yoicks forrard! Rah! Rah!_"

* * * * *

ANOTHER MANIFESTO.

We, the undersigned, having carefully considered the situation in all
its bearings and applications, have come to the decision that it is no
longer consonant with the self-respect of Englishmen to share a name
with the great swollen-headed German aggressor--the despiser of
treaties, the desecrator of Belgium and the foe of the liberty of the
world. We therefore give notice that from now and henceforward we
renounce the name of William in all its variations.

(_Signed_)

WILLIAM ARCHER.

WILLIAM ASHMEAD-BARTLETT.

WILLIAM BOOSEY.

BURGLAR BILL (Shade of).

WILLIE CLARKSON.

WILL CROOKS.

WILLIAM DE MORGAN.

WILL EVANS.

GULIELMO FERRERO.

WILLIAM GUNN.

WILLIAM KNIGHT.

WILLIAM LE QUEUX.

WILHELM MEISTER (Shade of).

BILLY MERSON.

WILLIAM OSLER.

WILLY POGANY.

WILLIAM RAMSAY.

WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE (Shade of).

WILLIAM THE SILENT (Shade of).

WILLIAM STRANG.

BILL SIKES (Shade of).

WILLIAM WATSON.

WILLIAM WHITELEY, LTD.

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Illustration: _A Pufflecombe Worthy speaks._ "YOU BE TELLING US, JAMES
BUZZICOTT, 'BOUT THIS 'ERE LOOVANE THERE'S S'MUCH TARK OVER IN THE
PAPERS, AN' THE DESTRUCTION OF A GRAN' OLE BUILDING. BUT WOT DO EE ZAY,
JAMES BUZZICOTT, 'BOUT PUFFLECOMBE AND T'OLD 'BELL AN' HORNS' IF US BE
INVADED? WOT DO EE ZAY 'BOUT THAT?"

* * * * *

IT'S AN ILL WIND....

DEAR MR. PUNCH,--I thought you would like to hear about the Intelligence
Bureau which we have established at home since the War