* * * * * _Question._ Why may Scotsmen be supposed to like policemen? _Answer._ Eh, sirs, it’s just because they’re vera fond of the _Bawbees_. * * * * * [Illustration: PRETTY DRY _Young Beginner (fishing with dry fly)._ “Am I keeping my fly properly dry, Duncan?” _Scots Keeper._ “Oh, I’m thenkin’ she’ll be dry enough. She’s stickin up in that big willow near by where ye started fushin’.”] THE POINT OF VIEW [Illustration] _Loch Scrimpy Hotel, N.B._ DEAR MAISTER PUNCH,--I’ve heerd often enough aboot ye as a kind sort o’ buddy, whae putts the warld richt, _when it has gaun wrang_, and I’m thinking to write tae ye, a screed about thae feckless critters, the South’ren tourists whae owerrun Auld Scotland at this time o’ the year with their _coo-ponds_ and their _excursion tuckets_, thinking to tak their pleesures on the cheap. Noo, the hotels in this country are famed for their vera moderate charges. I mysel have had a real good breakfast (they ca’ it _dijohnny_ now) for no more than _five shullings_--that’s cheap enough. And as for a bed! weel, no one can find faut with half of a sovereign? And yet thae tourists are aye complainin’. Hotel folk in Scotland should have fixed charges throughout. I, _for yin_, will make free to say that I will cheerfully pay them, _when I find it necessary_, one pound ten shullin’s for bed and breakfast and maybe half-a-croon for a good glass of the cratur, as a settler afterwards. If the hotel folk would all agree to some moderate charge like that, they could think aboot Culloden with eequanimity! Yours most friend-like, ALEXANDER MACWHUSTLE. [Illustration: _Guard (to excited passenger at the Edinburgh Station, just as the train is starting)._ “Ye’re too late, sir. Ye canna enter.” _Stalwart Aberdonian._ “I maun!” _Guard (holding him back)._ “Ye canna.” _Aberdonian._ “Tell ye I maun--I weel!” (_Gripping Guard._) “If I maunna, ye sanna!!!”] HOMAGE TO THE SCOTS RIFLES BY A SPITEFUL COMPETITOR It seems that the Scots Turn out much better shots At long distance, than most of the Englishmen are: But this we all knew That a Scotsman could do-- Make a small piece of metal go awfully far. [Illustration: Illustration: AT BILKINS’S ROYAL HOTEL AT THE ROB ROY INN, PEEBLES, (LIMITED), LONDON. UNLIMITED! _Mac (hungry)._ “Lo-or-sh keep’s! Ca’ this a br’akfast!!” THE PRINCIPAL REASON WHY MAC STAYED SUCH A SHORT TIME IN LONDON.] [Illustration: CANNY “Why I dinna prayfair tae smoke, hech? Weel, noo loddie, I’ll joost tell ye. While’s ye’re smoking, ye blaw an’ blaw, an’ _whaur is’t_? But gin ye tak a guid pench, losh! mon, ye ken _et’s there_!”] [Illustration: A WEIGHTY REASON _Rab._ “They’re tellin’ me that Tam Stirdy’s turned oot a great poet since he gaed tae London.”