es to the late AUGUSTE RODIN._)

ADVERTISING ENTHUSIAST ON HIS HOLIDAY SEEKING INSPIRATION FOR A NEW
ADVERTISEMENT FOR THE UNDERGROUND RAILWAY.]

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"Sir Otto Beit has returned to London from South Africa, where he
turned the first sot of the new university."--_Daily Paper._

Turned him out, we trust.

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"In a brilliant peroration the Prime Minister warned his hearers that a
nation was known by its soul and not by its asses."--_South African
Paper._

Yet some of our politicians seem to think that England is not past braying
for.

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"The doings (or rather sayings!) in the Legislature we are watching
with sympathy and some impatience, much as a bachelor bears with the
gambling of children who come to the drawing-room for an hour before
dinner."--_Weekly Paper._

And the worst of it is that the Legislature is gambling with _our_ money.

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"Miss ----, director of natural science studies at Newnham College,
Oxford, will preside."--_Daily Paper._

We are glad to hear of this new women's college at Oxford, but surely they
might have chosen a more original name for it.

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A.G.J. writes: "Your picture of 'Come unto these Yellow Sands' in the
number for August 4th explains for the first time the obscure following
line, 'The Wild Waves Whist.'"

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[Illustration: "I HAVE NOT SEEN YOU AT CHURCH FOR TWO SUNDAYS, JOHN."

"NO, SIR. NO OFFENCE T'YOU, BUT OI A-BIN DOIN' T' CHAPEL PASSON'S GARDEN,
SO MISSUS THOUGHT WE'D BETTER GIVE 'IM A TURN."]

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OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.

(_By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks._)

To review one of Mr. E.F. BENSON'S social satires always gives me somewhat
the sensations of the reporter at the special sermon--a relieved
consciousness that, being present on business, my own withers may be
supposed professionally unwrung. Otherwise, so exploratory a lash.... I
seldom recall the touch of it more shrewd than in _Queen Lucia_
(HUTCHINSON), an altogether delightful castigation of those persons whom a
false rusticity causes to change a good village into the sham-bucolic home
of crazes, fads and affectation. All this super-cultured life of the
Riseholme community has its