roletariat and might safely be let pass,
we found a gathering of inside-knowledge people discussing the
situation. The Government ought to have known all about it long
before--how the Bolshevists were stirring up trouble. "They did," said
we; "we told them." There was a silence at this, but a smile on the face
of the audience which we at first mistook for incredulity. We referred
darkly to our private information, derived, as I told you in my last,
from the Italian juggler. "Did he do juggling tricks with _your_
ink-pots too?" asked the French element. "How much money did _you_ give
him?" asked all the other elements. "And I suppose he also told you,"
said the Italian officer, "that he had no confidence in his own people
and that the British alone enjoyed his respect?"

At this moment the Americans came in and asked us to quit arguing and
attend while they told us how they had unearthed the great plot.... When
together we reckoned up the Italian juggler's net takings we realised
that it is an ill revolution which brings no one any good.

Yours ever,
HENRY.

(_To be continued._)

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CUBBIN' THRO' THE RYE.

[Suggested by a recently reported incident in the Midlands,
when a pack divided, one part getting out of hand and running
among standing crops.]

Gin a body meet a body
Cubbin' thro' the rye,
Gin a body tell a body,
"Seed 'em in full cry,"
Useless then to blame the puppies,
Useless too to lie;
Whippers-in can't _always_ stop 'em,
Even when they try.

Gin a body meet a body
Cubbin' thro' the rye,
What a body calls a body
Dare I say?--not I;
Farmers get distinctly stuffy,
Neither are they shy,
And Masters, when they're really rattled,
Sometimes make reply.

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BRAVE NEWS FOR PUSSYFOOT.

"A good many Church-people at home have been pressing
teetotalism, and are now pressing Prohibition, and it is
possible that they may succeed about the time when the moon
grows cold."--_Weekly Paper._

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[Illustration: THE MAN YOU GIVE A GAME TO.]

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[Illustration: "RIGHT-O. IF YER WANTS A FIGHT I'M READY. AN' AS WE'VE
ONLY ONE PAIR O' GLOVES, AN' YOU'RE THE YOUNGEST, I'LL BE A SPORT AN'
LET YOU WEAR 'EM."]

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THE MYSTERY OF THE A