Yes, what has happened over there May very well occur elsewhere. Fortune with me may prove as fickle as It did with poor lamented NICHOLAS. It was a silly thing to do To ape the airs of WILLIAM TWO; I cannot think what I was at, Trying to be an autocrat. MEHMED. I take a very dubious tone About the fate of Allah's Own. The Young Turk Party's been my bane And caused me hours and hours of pain; But, what would be a bitterer pill, There may be others younger still, Who, if the facts should get about, Would want to rise and throw me out. FERDIE. I don't believe that WILLIAM cares One little fig for my affairs. He roped me in to this concern Simply to serve his private turn; And never shed a single tear Over my loss of Monastir. For tuppence, if I saw my way, I'd join the others any day. TINO. Last year (its memory still is green) O How WILLIAM loved his precious TINO! He talked about our family ties And sent me such a lot of spies. But since his foes began to squeeze My guns inside the Peloponnese His interest in me has ceased; I do not like it in the least. MEHMED. I lent him troops when things were slack, And now the beast won't pay 'em back. He never mentions any "line" Of HINDENBURG'S in Palestine. I cannot sleep; I get such frights During these dark Arabian Nights. But he--he doesn't care a dem. O Allah! O Jerusalem! O.S. * * * * * "THE ONE NEW SPRING FASHION. Every woman who wants the most economical new garment, should buy to-morrow's DAILY SKETCH."--_Evening Standard._ It sounds cheap, but would it wear? * * * * * BLANCHE'S LETTERS. SOCIETY "WAR-WORKERS." DEAREST DAPHNE,--The scarcity of paper isn't altogether an unmixed misfortune, as far as one's correspondence is concerned. Letters that don't matter, letters from the insignificant and the boresome, simply aren't answered. For small spur-of-the-moment notes to one's _intimes_ who're not too far off, there's quite a little feeling for using _slates_. One writes what one's to say on one's slate (which may be just as dilly a little affair as you please, with plain or chased silver frame, enamelled monogram or coronet, and pencil hanging by a little silver chain), and sends it by a servant. When the note's been read, it's wiped off, the answer written, and the slate brought back. _Isn't_ that fragrant? I may claim to have set this fashion. Of course a very _voyant_ slate is not just-so. The Bullyon-Boundermere woman set up one with a deep, heavily-chased gold frame, and "B.-B." at the top set with big diamonds. _C'est bien elle!_ She'd used it only half-a-dozen times when it was snatched from her footwoman, who was taking it to somebody's house, and hasn't been heard of since!