Ah me, the leaf is down to-day; Does still the little phantom stray, Poor pretty ghost, a-shiver, When sad flowers droop their weary heads Along the chill Autumnal beds Beside the misty river? Or does it, at the year's decline-- As sensible as Proserpine-- When Autumn skies do harden, Go down and coax the seeds to grow Till daffodillies stand a-row And April's in the garden? I cannot tell; what's more, I doubt We've other things to think about This sorrowful November; I only know for such sad hours That dainty ghosts and Summer flowers Are pleasant to remember. * * * * * The Absolute Limit. "The directors of the Bradford Club have reviewed the position in regard to the free admission of soldiers to the ground, the number of men thus admitted having been far greater than was anticipated. It has now been decided that men in uniform or bearing other credentials of service shall be admitted to section E on payment of the nominal sum of 3d. This will prevent the jostling of the ordinary patrons."--_Bradford Daily Telegraph._ A cruiser here and there may be sunk, a regiment here and there may be cut up, but thank God our Bradford football patrons will never again be jostled by any of these vulgar soldiers in uniform. * * * * * Notice in a Battersea window:-- "BRIDE CAKES ANY SIZE TO SUIT ALL POCKETS." In these days of narrow skirts most women will find the guinea size sufficient. * * * * * Illustration: FACTS FROM THE FRONT. TACTICAL USE, BY THE ENEMY, OF THE MORE RESILIENT UNITS OF THE LANDSTURM FOR NEGOTIATING BELGIAN DYKES. * * * * * OUR LITERARY WAR LORDS. ["The other day the enemy's artillery fire on my battery was so great that we were forced to take cover. I sat crouched in my 'funk-hole' for seventeen solid hours. Luckily I had Jacobs's 'Sea Urchins' with me, which I read to the accompaniment of screaming and bursting shells." _Officer in the Royal Field Artillery._] _Mr. Punch_, while remarking that he is not surprised that the shells screamed in the circumstances, begs to assure his readers that, if the following information corresponds with the facts, Mr. Jacobs is not the only author who has been solacing our troops in the trenches. Miss Carrie Morelli writes: "There has so far been no public mention of any books of mine being read in the trenches and affording solace to our gallant troops. This, however, is because all the reports from the Front come from men, and men are notoriously jealous of feminine activity in literature as elsewhere. I have no doubt in my own mind that many a soldier in action has been cheered by hurried glances at my novels, a list of which can be forwarded on application."