* * * * * GOOD LUCK TO IT! (_To Mr. Caine and his Bill prohibiting advertisements in rural places._) Oh, Mr. CAINE, for this relief much thanks. As most benignant benefactor ranks The man who saves our own sweet countryside-- At once our chiefest glory and our pride-- From all the many nauseating ills Which come out of advertisements of pills! Pills there must be, but when we chance to pass Through meadows and would rest our eyes on grass, Or pleasantly meander by the river, We would forget we've even got a liver. So here's success to you, Sir, in your Bill To make it wrong to advertise a pill In rural spots in which we fondly now Associate "three acres and a cow!" And when success this rural venture yields, Do for the beaches what's done for the fields! * * * * * "INVISIBLE TROUSER STRETCHERS."--Legs. * * * * * [Illustration: THE BABES ON THE TREASURY BENCH. (_With Mr. Punch's Thanks to Mr. Courtney for the Suggestion. Vide Times, Parliamentary Report, Wednesday, November 22._)] * * * * * [Illustration: "TRANSMITTED." _Ignorant Bachelor Visitor._ "HULLO, THROGMORTON; WHAT THE DEUCE ARE YOUR TWINS UP TO WITH THAT CONTRIVANCE?" _Proud Father (of Throgmorton, Threadneedle & Co.; Telephone 123456-1/4)._ "HA! THERE YOU ARE, MY BOY--MARVELLOUS EXAMPLE OF INHERITED BUSINESS INSTINCT! THEY'RE TRYING TO TELEPHONE TO EACH OTHER!"] * * * * * THE BABES ON THE TREASURY BENCH. ["The leader of the Opposition had treated them to good logic, but why administer such strong meat to the babes on the Treasury bench?"--_Mr. Courtney on the Parish Councils Bill._]