"--_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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