He called them "harriers," and a few _Were_ harriers--back when the world began-- But they weren't particular where they drew An' they weren't particular what they ran. I mind him once of a bygone morn Ruddy an' round on his flea-bit horse, Twangin' a note on his battered horn An' cappin' them into the Frenchman gorse. They pushed a brown hare out of her form An' swung on her line with a crash of tongues; But a vixen crossed an' her scent was warm, So they ran her, screechin' to burst their lungs. They ran her into my lord's demesne, Where my lady's fallows were grazing free; They picked a stag and followed again, Singing like souls in ecstasy. They chased the stag up over the ridge With lolling tongues an' with heaving flanks; They lost him down by the Cluddlah bridge, But killed an otter on Cluddlah's banks. They had no shape an' they had no style; Their manners were bad an' their morals slack; They were noisy, but wonderful versatile, Andy Hartigan's bobbery pack. * * * * * High (Explosive) Finance. "The issuing of premium bombs, whilst not, strictly speaking, a lottery or gamble, would give such people what they ask for, and that is a chance to get something unusual and tempting." _Evening Paper._ Unusual, certainly; but tempting? * * * * * A War-Menu. "GIRLS experienced Wanted to feed on Wharfdale machines." _Nottingham Evening Post._ * * * * * "BROADWOODWIDGER.--A new pipe organ has been installed at the parish church. A recital was given by the Rev. C. B. Walters, of Stokeclimsland, while a sermon was preached by the Rev. Canon Lewis, of Launceston."--_Provincial Paper._ The Broadwoodwidger example deserves imitation. Some sermons would be much more tolerable if they had a musical accompaniment. * * * * * "A mere automatic raising of the Income Tax strikes indiscriminately at the just and the unjust; it is just as likely to cripple the man who is supporting and educating a large family sybarite." _Evening Paper._ And a very good thing too. For ourselves, we have always discouraged the growth of these bulky profligates in the domestic circle. * * * * * [Illustration: _Lady_ (_meeting small acquaintance_). "Hullo, Ethel, so you've started one of those things?" _Ethel._ "Yes, we're all having to come to them. Rather a drop-down after the Rolls-Royce, but--war-time, you know."] * * * * * YELLOW PRESSURE. "Rather a funny thing happened the other day," she remarked. "Yes?" I replied languidly. "About you." "Oh!" I said with animation. "Do tell me."