Through merry nights unnumbered (From Boxing Day to Yule) He'd greet me, ere I slumbered, From out his amber pool; But now he is beginning To look a trifle strange; His smile, once wide and winning, Has undergone a change. No more, as pints diminish (I wish the price grew less) He hails me at the finish With wonted cheeriness; For, as I drain my mellow Allowances of ale, He seems to sigh, "Old fellow, _Will_ PUSSYFOOT prevail?" * * * * * =Commercial Candour.= "Cleaning and pressing suites, $3. Dyeing and pressing suits, $6. Clothes returned looking like now." _Advt. in_ "_Standard_" (_Buenos Aires_). * * * * * From an election address:-- "As a woman and a ratepayer, I realise the importance of eliminating all unavoidable expenditure in Municipal undertakings." _Local Paper._ We trust she will be elected and show how it's done. * * * * * "After an interval of seven years, the 'Beasts' Ball, a pre-war popular annual event in aid of the Royal Society for Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, is to be held at the Guildhall, on Wednesday, November 10. Tickets can be obtained from Mrs. Bushe-Fox and from Mrs. Wolf."--_Cambridge Review._ It sounds just like _Uncle Remus_. * * * * * [Illustration: =ECHOES OF THE COAL STRIKE.= "WHAT'S THE KID SHOUTING ABOUT? THERE AIN'T NO RACING."] * * * * * =OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.= (_By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks._)