CASUS BELLI. (_For a sensitive Scot._) Tea-shop, how I loathe thee! Our connection's o'er; Henceforth I don't know thee Any more. 'Tisn't that I did not On thy pastry dote; 'Tisn't that it slid not Down my throat; 'Tisn't that thy crumpets Fell a trifle flat-- If I've got the hump it's Not from that. 'Tisn't that the waitress Tried to wink at me, Or let fall a stray tress In my tea; 'Tisn't that I tossed thee Tenpence in the till For a snack that cost thee Almost _nil_.... Nay, 'twas _this_ unnerved me-- Just a sc[)o]ne alone, Which the lass who served me Called a sc[=o]ne. * * * * * IN A GOOD CAUSE. In connection with his chief Cartoon of this week, _Mr. Punch_ begs to invite his readers to help the kind people of Holland on whom the care of so many Belgian refugees has fallen. Contributions will be gladly received by the International Women's Relief Committee (Miss Chrystal Macmillan, Treasurer), 7, Adam Street, Adelphi, W.C. * * * * * Illustration: _Scene: A Recruiting Station in Ireland._ IN ORDER NOT TO LOSE A STALWART RECRUIT WHO HAPPENS TO BE UNDER THE STANDARD HEIGHT MEASUREMENT THE EXAMINING OFFICER MAKES A BRILLIANT SUGGESTION TO SERGEANT O'FLANAGAN-- Illustration: --WHICH SUGGESTION SERGEANT O'FLANAGAN CARRIES OUT WITH A HIGHLY SATISFACTORY RESULT. * * * * * OUR BOOKING-OFFICE. (_By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks._)