The deserted Riding-Master damns his eyes and blesses his soul for
a few moments; then sighs resignedly, takes a cigarette from his
cap lining, lights it and waddles off towards the village and his
favourite _estaminet_.

PATLANDER.

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[Illustration: _Motor Cyclist_. "DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT AN
AEROPLANE COMING DOWN SOMEWHERE NEAR HERE?"

_Boy._ "NO, SIR. I'VE ONLY BEEN SHOOTIN' AT SPARRERS."]

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"Some of these fish have already found their way to Leeds,
and, it must be added, have not met with a very cordial
reception. Although the fish may be bought at what might be
described as an attractive price, they do not appear likely
to move for some time."--_Yorkshire Paper_.

But if the hot weather continues--

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[Illustration: _Convalescent Lieutenant_. "CHEERIO, MARTHA! I'VE GOT
ANOTHER PIP."

_Martha_. "LAWKS, SIR! I 'OPE IT WON'T MEAN MORE VISITS TO THE