the other end, went to tell the General--who, he found, had gone to
bed and was fast asleep.

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"The customary oats were administered to the new
Judge."--_Perthshire Constitutional_.

There had been some fear, we understand, that owing to the food
shortage he would have to be content with thistles.

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[Illustration: Stout Lady (_discussing the best thing to do in an
air-raid_). "WELL, I ALWAYS RUNS ABOUT MESELF. YOU SEE, AS MY 'USBAND
SEZ, AN' VERY REASONABLE TOO, A MOVIN' TARGIT IS MORE DIFFICULT TO
'IT."]

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THE OLD FORMULA.

Private Brown lay upon his pillows thoughtfully sucking the new pencil
given him by his mate in the next bed. Propped against the cradle that
covered his shattered knee was a pad, to which a sheet of paper had
been fixed, and he was about to write a letter to his wife.

It was plainly to be an effort, for apart from the fact that he was
never a scholar there was the added uncertainty of his long disused
right hand to be reckoned with; but at last he grasped the pencil with