But good-heart an' gritty
An' chockful o' sand;
Wi' energy brimmin'
Right up to the chin--
An' that sort o' wimmin
Was welcome at Lynn.

At ploughin' they're able,
Or drainin' a fen,
They'll muck out a stable
As well as the men.
Their praises I'm hymnin',
For where would ha' bin,
If it weren't for the wimmin,
John Buckham, at Lynn?

W.H.O.

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[Illustration: _Mrs Green. to Mrs. Jones_ (_who is gazing at an
aeroplane_). "MY WORD! I SHOULDN'T CARE FOR ONE OF _THEM_ FLYING THINGS TO
SETTLE ON ME."]

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"The Cairo Governorate has engaged white-washers to whiten plate-forms
of points from which streets branch which will be compelled by the end
of next week, before the commencement of the gaz lanterns decrease take
place."--_Egyptian Gazette._