Forthcoming song by Mr. LLOYD GEORGE: "Where my caravanserai has rested." * * * * * [Illustration: _Reveller._ "SO IT'S YOU WHO'RE TURNING THE STREET ROUND, IS IT?"] * * * * * THE TOW-ROPE GIRLS. Oh, a ship in the Tropics a-foaming along, With every stitch drawing, the Trade blowing strong, The white caps around her all breaking in spray, For the girls have got hold of her tow-rope to-day. (And it's "Haul away, girls, steady an' true, Polly an' Dolly an' Sally an' Sue, Mothers an' sisters an' sweethearts an' all, Haul away, all the way, haul away, haul!") She's logging sixteen as she speeds from the South, The wind in her royals, a bone in her mouth; With a wake like a mill-race she rolls on her way, For the girls have got hold of her tow-rope to-day. The old man he stood on the poop at high noon; He paced fore and aft and he whistled a tune; Then put by his sextant and thus he did say, "The girls have got hold of our tow-rope to-day. "Of cargoes and charters we've had our full share, Of grain and of lumber enough and to spare, Of nitrates at Taltal and rice for Bombay, And the girls have got hold of our tow-rope to-day. "She has dipped her yards under, hove-to off the Horn; In the fog and the floes she has drifted forlorn; Becalmed in the doldrums a week long she lay, But the girls have got hold of her tow-rope to-day!" Oh, hear the good Trade-wind a-singing aloud His homeward-bound chantey in sheet and in shroud; Oh, hear how he whistles in halliard and stay, "The girls have got hold of the tow-rope to-day!" And it's oh for the chops of the Channel at last, The cheer that goes up when the tug-hawser's passed, The mate's "That'll do," and a fourteen months' pay, For the girls have got hold of our tow-rope to-day. (And it's "Haul away, girls, steady an' true, Polly an' Dolly an' Sally an' Sue, Mothers an' sisters an' sweethearts an' all, Haul away, all the way, haul away, haul!") C. F. S. * * * * * A Political Prodigy. "Mr. Runciman is one of the coming men in British politics. As statesmen go, he is a young man. He is just under 5." _Provincial Paper._ * * * * * From a recent novel:-- "... had bought the long-uninhabited farmhouse ... and was converting it into a little _ventre-a-terre_ for his widowed mother." It looks as if the old lady intended to go the pace. * * * * * "COOK-GENERAL Wanted; all nights out; piano, well furnished sitting room; month's holiday with wages each year; three days off per week; washing sent out; wage, one guinea per week." _Northumbrian Paper._