SARK, always considerate of convenience of public, thinks it may be well to state that it will be no use anyone looking in at Post Office and crying, "Pease! Pease!" Not because there is no Pease, but because there are two--JACK, the Postmaster-General, and his cousin PIKE PEASE, formerly a Unionist Whip, who has for some months served as Assistant Postmaster-General. _Business done._--In Committee on Military Service Bill. _Thursday_.--Fourth night of debate in Committee on Military Service Bill. Concluded a business that might have been as fully accomplished at one sitting. Save for a few immaterial amendments; of the verbal kind, Bill stands as it did when introduced. Scene closed with exchange of compliments between BONAR LAW and little band who have succeeded in keeping talk going. He expressed satisfaction, "or perhaps something rather stronger" (this a little dubious), at the way in which opposition had been conducted. They protested it was all due to his conciliatory manner. And so home to bed as early as eleven o'clock. * * * * * [Illustration: _Inquisitive Party._ "Ye'll likely be gaun tae Elie?" _N.C.O._ "No!" _Inquisitive Party._ "Than ye'll be gaun tae Pittenweem?" _N.C.O._ "No!!" _Inquisitive Party._ "Then ye'll shair tae be gaun tae Crail?" _N.C.O._ "No!!!" _Inquisitive Party_. "Dae ye think a care a dom whaur ye're gaun?'] * * * * * DELHI-ON-SEA. "Delhi, Monday,--The P. and O. Steamer Arabia, with the outward mail of the 22nd, arrived here at 1-30 p.m. to-day (Sunday)." _The Beharee_. * * * * * "Commencing on December 1st the London banks will close at three o'clock, except on Saturday at one o'clock, with a view to assisting recruiting by realising a number of clerks." _Bay of Plenty Times._ Financially and otherwise the bank-clerk is one of our best securities. * * * * * PLUS CA CHANGE, PLUS C'EST LA MEME CHOSE. Before the War Miss Betty Pink Was just an ordinary mink; Her skirt was short, her eye was glad, Her hats would almost drive you mad, She was, in fact, to many a boy A source of perturbation; At household duties she would scoff, She lived for tennis, bridge and golf, She motored, hunted, smoked and biked, Did just exactly what she liked, And took a quite delirious joy In casual flirtation. But when the War arrived, you see, She flew at once to V.A.D., Belgians, Red Cross, and making mitts, And (profitably) sold her Spitz, And studied mild economy In things she wasn't wrapt in; One game alone of all her games She stuck to. Which is why her name's No longer Pink. I laughed almost, On reading in _The Morning Post_, That Betty, "very quietly," Had wed a tempy Captain. * * * * *