So Humphrey has found a job. Whenever Bingo wants exercise, Humphrey plants himself in the middle of the room, his eyes cast upwards in an affectation of innocence. "I'm just sitting here," says Humphrey; "I believe there's a fly on the ceiling." It is a challenge which no great-grandson of Goodwood Lo could resist. With a rush Bingo is at him. "I'll learn you to stand in my way," he splutters. And the great dust-up begins.... Brave little Bingo! I don't wonder that so warlike a race as the Japanese has called a province after him. A. A. M. * * * * * "Any Britons wishing to view the German prisoners at Frimley Camp can hire a car for L3 3_s._"--_Advt. in "Daily Telegraph."_ It seems that there are Britons _and_ Britons. We prefer the other kind. * * * * * Illustration: WE ARE ALL DRILLING NOWADAYS. _Little Brown, who is in a hurry to catch his train, but finds it impossible to get by owing to the crush, is struck by a brilliant idea._ "FORM--TWO DEEP!" * * * * * Illustration: RESULT. * * * * * Illustration: FACTS FROM THE FRONT. WE LEARN (FROM GERMAN SOURCES) THAT THE PROFESSORS OF A CELEBRATED PRUSSIAN UNIVERSITY HAVE CONFERRED THE HONORARY DEGREE OF DOCTOR UPON A DISTINGUISHED GENERAL ON HIS DEPARTURE FOR THE FRONT. * * * * * TWILIGHT IN REGENT'S PARK. (_Being a mutinous suggestion which I somehow had no time to make to the drill-instructor._) Sergeant! Beneath the dim and misty vault I tire of making fours with endless trouble, And left inclines inclining to a fault. What is this pedantry? An empty bubble. The spirit is the thing. When you say "'Alt!" My 'eart--I mean my heart--is at the double. You, gazing only at the outward shell That nothing of this secret fire divulges, See only raw civilians, heaped pell-mell, Having the kind of chest that peace indulges; Viewed from one end our lines are like a swell On the deep ocean, full of kinks and bulges. You bid us wheel. At once ensues a rout That no hussar could compass with his sabre; The man in evening dress is much too stout, He seems to draw his breath with obvious labour, Whilst I--I beg your pardon, _Right_ about-- Of course I bumped into my left-hand neighbour. But take (as I observed) the fire beneath; If ever foe should leap the shining margent That laps our island like a liquid wreath Then you would see us. Shimmering and argent, "Out bay'nets!" we would snatch 'em from the sheath; No '_shunning_ in that day, I think, O Sergeant.