_Our Artist._ "WELL, MISS BINKS, I SUPPOSE IT'S BECAUSE I'M SUCH A
TINY LITTLE MAN MYSELF. CONTRAST, YOU SEE!"

_Miss Binks._ "AH, YES, CONTRAST! THAT IS HOW WE TINY LITTLE WOMEN
ALWAYS ATTRACT ALL THE FINE TALL MEN! THAT'S HOW _WE_ SCORE!"

_Our Artist._ "EXACTLY. I ONLY WISH TO GOODNESS YOU'D ATTRACT THAT
VERY FINE TALL MAN AWAY FROM MISS JONES--THEN _I_ MIGHT HAVE A CHANCE,
PERHAPS!"]

* * * * *

A VERY "DARK HORSE."

["The Country knows ... what it is we desire to do. What the
Right Hon. Gentleman (Mr. GLADSTONE) desires to do no human
being knows. If we have done our part, as we have done, to
clear the issues, all we can ask him is to do his part, to
lay before the electorate of this country in the same plain,
unmistakable outline, the policy which he desires to see
adopted."--_Mr. Balfour on Second Reading of Irish Local
Government Bill._]

SCENE--_The Paddock, before the Great Race. Rising Young
Jockey_, ARTHUR BALFOUR, _mounted on the Crack Irish Horse.
Enter Grand Old Jockey, at the moment minus a mount._

_Grand Old Jockey_ (_aside_). Humph! Don't look so bad, now, despite
the dead set