"We send it to Donnybrook by the quickest method, i.e., on the
post-card."

We have often found some on our post-cards.

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THE GALLANT SONS OF MARS.

["A troop of the Queen's Bays, 2nd Dragoon Guards, while
galloping past the Royal Pavilion at Aldershot, observed a woman
fall from her bicycle in a faint.

"They instantly drew rein, and, dismounting, assisted her to the
5th Dragoon Guards orderly room, where they vied with each other
in giving her every possible attention.

"She speedily recovered and was able to resume her journey to
Farnborough."--_Daily Paper._]

[Illustration: A young lady, while walking by a kiosk in which the band
of the Royal Heavies was performing, by a mischance got a fly in her
eye. Perceiving her plight, the bandsmen immediately ceased playing and
ran to her assistance, each contesting with the other to remove the
offending insect.]

[Illustration: In a high wind last week on Laffan's Plain an old
gentleman lost his umbrella. Some Lancers taking part in a sham fight at
once went in pursuit and speedily restored the recalcitrant article to
its grateful owner.]

[Illustration: Last Saturday, while at play, a small boy had the
misfortune to lose his hold of a toy-balloon. A squadron of the Army
Flying Corps, witnessing the little fellow's grief, at once rendered
assistance and, with the aid of a monoplane, quickly retrieved the
bauble.]

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[Illustration: _Lady (to elderly and confidential maid)_. "I've often
wondered why you've never married, Simpson?"

_Simpson (disdainfully)_. "I don't like men in any form, my lady."]

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THE WILD SWAN.

(Lament on a very rare bird who recently appeared in England and was
immediately shot.)

Over the sea (ye maids) a wild swan came;
(O maidens) it was but the other day;
Men saw him as he passed, with earnest aim
To some sequestered spot down Norfolk way--
A thing whose like had not been seen for years:
_Lament, ye damsels, nor refuse your tears_.

Serene, he winged his alabaster flight
Neath the full beams of the mistaken sun
O'er gazing crowds, till at th' unwonted sight
Some unexpected sportsman with a gun
Brought down the bird, all fluff, mid sounding cheers:
_Mourn, maidens, mourn, and wipe the thoughtful tears_.

Well you may weep. No comm