And the tail of 'Erbert's shirt;
Then the Sergeant, better dressed
In the sleeves of 'Erbert's vest;
Then the rest in fragments torn
From the jumper he had worn.
Last comes 'Erbert, proud as NELSON,
With a smile and nothing else on.

Is it Fortune's final stroke,
Or the Skipper's little joke?
As the ladder they ascend
Comes the bugle "Make and Mend."

* * * * *

"A flotilla of Portuguese warships is actively maintaining the
blockade between the mouth of the Volga and that of the Minho."

_Daily Paper_.

The report that the Bolshevists have borrowed a "Big Bertha" and
are meditating a bombardment of Lisbon by way of reprisal is as yet
unconfirmed.

* * * * *

"Mr. W.A. Appleton, secretary of the Feedration of Trade Unions,
declares that since the Armistice the federation 'has lost no
opportunity of endeavouring to smash the controls that meant
continued high prices (of food)."--_Evening Paper_.