Hear the rolling of the bells,-- Polling bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels. So DICK WHITTINGTON--poor wight!-- Heard them ringing, with delight At the fair prophetic promise of their tone! For every sound that floats May _I_ too hope my votes Will have grown? And the People--ah, the People!-- Is their verdict, from each steeple, All mine own? Does that tolling, tolling, tolling, Mean "Return again my DICK!" Or do they as they're rolling Mean "turn out" or "cut your stick!"? Shall _I_ be "Lord Mayor of London"? Or are we Progressives _un_done At the Polls? Pussy, _what_ is it that tolls From each belfry, as it rolls, Rolls? A pæan from the bells To the Party of the Swells? Or a message from the bells That Reaction howls and yells? Does that tintinnabulation Mean false JOE'S "Tenification" Or our own "Unification"? Sounds dear "Betterment" this time In the rolling Runic rhyme Of the bells? Does their throbbing mean that jobbing, And the London Landlord's robbing, Find their finish in these bells? That Monopoly is sobbing To the sobbing of those bells? That their knells, knells, knells, Ring out in Runic rhyme? Does the rolling of those bells Mean that _I_ turn out this time? Can they possibly mean _that_, Faithful, purring, Pussy-Cat, After all your sweet mol-rowing? Sounds the verdict "DICK is going" In the tolling of the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, In the moaning and the groaning of the bells? [Illustration: "WHITTINGTON REDIVIVUS." THE NEW PROGRESSIVE DICK W. "WHAT ARE THE BELLS SAYING, PUSSY? '_TURN AGAIN_, WHITTINGTON, LORD MAYOR OF LONDON,'--OR IS IT '_TURN OUT_'?"] * * * * * OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.