working women pushed her way into a brake from which he was
addressing a throng in the market square and suddenly put her
arm round his neck and killed him."--_Times of India_.

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"At the Port Elizabeth Town Council meeting, Mr. Mackay asked
could nothing be done to the seats at Homewood? The resin
was oozing out of them. He had had a valuable pair of pants
completely ruined, and the same thing might happen to any
lady."--_South African Paper_.

Our trousered Amazons must not be discouraged.

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[Illustration: "PRISONER, WHEN ARRESTED, CLUNG TO THE RAILINGS."]

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[Illustration: "PRISONER, WHEN ARRESTED, CLUNG TO THE RAILINGS."]

THE TWELFTH--NEW STYLE.

(_DREAMT IN A DUG-OUT_.)

In my dream it was my first Twelfth after the ending of the War.

The party moved off in file up the slope of the moor, Sir Percy on
his pony in front, then the guests with rifles at the trail, next