And yet people say, "What's in a name?"

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[Illustration: THE WAR NURSERY.

_Nurse_. "WHICH BABY HAVE YOU COME FOR?"

_Little Girl_. "THANK YOU, NURSE--I'M BEING SERVED."]

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TO A V.A.D. HALL-PORTERESS.

(_WITH APOLOGIES TO R.K._)

If you can keep your courage and your curls up
When life a whirling chaos seems to be
Of amorous swains who want to ring their girls up
And get them through at once (as you for me);
If you can calm the weary and the waxy,
When no appeals, however nicely put,
Can lure from rank or pub. the ticking taxi,
And they, poor devils, have to go on foot;

If you can stem the rush of second-cousins,
Who crowd to get a glimpse of darling Fred,
When Father, Mother, Aunts and friends in dozens
Already form a circle round his bed;