For weight of years some men must stay And some must pause for lack, And some there are would be away But duty holds them back, Driving the jobs at home that must be done To smash the Hun. And others, whether old or young, Refuse to wait behind; And some with scarcely half a lung Have found the doctors kind; Yet never once did any listen to my tick But barred me quick. And some whose place should be the van Are doing nothing much; By all the blood that beats in Man I would that any such Could loan me, while he plays the skulker's part, His coward heart. * * * * * A JUST MAN. There were four on each side. At the last moment a short round man came running up and got in. Hurry had not improved his mood, and one glance of his eye was enough to make me move along two inches to give him room. He stood arranging his luggage on the rack, pulled his coat straight, and sat down--on the other side. The suddenness of his assault was terrific. I quickly recovered my two inches, and the journey to the next station was quite pleasant, so far as I was concerned. He and I were then left alone. "I am much obliged to you for moving to make room for me, Sir," he said politely. "But when I get into a compartment with four a side I make it a practice to sit down on the side on which nobody has moved--on principle, Sir, on principle." * * * * * Very Still Life. From a notice of Mr. BRANGWYN'S Academy picture, "The Poulterer's Shop":-- "Everything lies in its place as if it had been there for centuries."--_Morning Post._ * * * * * A Sinecure. "GENERAL; L20; fam 2; every Sunday and wk-day off."--_Daily Paper._ * * * * * "The rebels barricaded St. Stephen's Green with motor-cars and tramcars, as in the French Revolution."--_Northampton Chronicle._ The 1789 models of motor-cars and tramcars are of course out of date by now. * * * * * AT THE PLAY. "Pen."