Wednesday there was
considerable industrial developments immediately after the war."
_Botherham Advertiser_.

Happy Rawmarsh! In our part of the country it is not over yet.

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"NAVY Pram. for Sale, good condition." _Provincial Paper_.

Just the thing to prepare baby for being "rocked in the cradle of the
deep."

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THE SUPER-CHAR.

SCENE.--_A square in Kensington. At every other door is seen the lady
of the house at work with pail, broom, scrubbing-brush, rags,
metal-polish, etc._

_Chorus of Ladies._

In days before the War
Had turned the world to Hades
We did not soil
Our hands with toil--
We all were perfect ladies;
To scrub the kitchen floor
Was _infra dig._--disgusting;
We'd cook, at most,
A slice of toast
Or do a bit of dusting.

But those old days are flown,
And now we ply our labours:
We cook and scrub,
We scour and rub,
Regardless of our neighbours;
The steps we bravely stone,
Nor care a straw who passes
The while we clean
With shameless mien
Quite brazenly the brasses.

_First Lady_. Lo! Who approaches? Some great dame of state?
_Second Lady_. Rather I think some walking fashion-plate.
_Third Lady_. What clothes! What furs!
_First Lady_. And tango boots! How thrilling!
They must have cost five guineas if a shilling.
_Second Lady_. Sh, dears! It eyes us hard. What can it be?
_Third Lady_. It would be spoke to.
_Second Lady_. Would it?
_First Lady_. Let us see!

_Enter the_ Super-Char.

_Super-char_. My friend the butcher told me 'e'd 'eard say
You 'adn't got no servants round this way,
And as I've time on 'and--more than I wish,
Seein' as all the kids is in munish--
I thought as 'ow, pervided that the wige
Should suit, I might be willin' to oblige.

_Chorus of Ladies._

O joy! O rapture!
If we capture
Such a prize as this!
Then we may become once more
Ladies, as in days of yore,
Lay aside the brooms and pails,
Manicure our broken nails,
Try the last complexion cream--
What a dream
Of bliss!

_Super-Char_. 'Old on! Let's get to business, and no kidding!
I'm