Alas! for once he was not in his place. Even when Major Newman elicited the damning information that some members of the Dublin Metropolitan Police occasionally employ a German barber there was no penetrating voice from the back benches to ask, "Why doesn't the honourable Mimber go and shave them himself?" Mr. Jowett wants the Home Secretary to withdraw the permission he gave some time ago "to employ women on the night-turn in wool-combing." Several much-married Members are afraid that whatever he may decide the objectionable practice will continue. * * * * * SCOTLAND FOR EVER. They came from untamable highlands, From glens where their fathers were free, From misty and mountainous islands Set fast in the throat of the sea; They fought for the honour of Britain; They died in defence of the right; Their deeds are in history written In letters of light. They fell where the Ganges is flowing; They lie 'neath the Russian Redan; Their dust o'er the desert is blowing In the whirlwinds of far Kordofan; The sons of Glen Orchy and Rannoch Sleep sound by the slow-moving Scheldt, And the bones of the men of Loch Fannich Are white on the veldt. But the Lows and Lochmaben and Gairloch Still march to the battle array, And the fighters from many a fair loch, Like their fathers, leap forth to the fray; Red flame tears the darkness asunder Where the curtain of battle is drawn, Where the clansmen through death-cloud and thunder Go over at dawn. In the strength of the hills and the heather, With the salt of the sea in their blood, They sweep from the trenches together With the force of an onrushing flood; Like the billows that beat upon Moidart When gales from the Hobrides blow, Like a storm on the mountains of Knoidart They burst on the foe. * * * * * [Illustration: _Hairdresser_ (_with a view to business--to customer, who is getting rapidly bald_). "There are plenty of hairdressers, you know, Sir, who profess to make a wig; but, when you've got it on, it looks nothing like a wig at all, Sir."] * * * * * A film-drama:-- "It is the story of the poor orphan daughter of a South American aristocrat. She has become enamoured of a tradesman's son, but misapprehension having arisen, she becomes engaged to a man who apparently is well endowed with this world's foods."--_Leicester Daily Mercury._ In these times, who can wonder at her choice? * * * * * From an article on the Royal Lineage:-- "After the extinction of the Billing Family...."--_Daily Telegraph_. A correspondent, writing upon House of Commons' notepaper, assures us that the above passage is a gross exaggeration. * * * * *