SIR ARTHUR YAPP, Sir ARTHUR YAPP, He is a formidable chap; He says the best of this year's fashions Is to obey his rule for rations. To every man and every maid Of every sort of social grade, Sir ARTHUR YAPP, Sir ARTHUR YAPP. He _is_--to put the thing with snap-- He-Who-_Must_-Be-Obeyed. Sir ARTHUR YAPP, Sir ARTHUR YAPP, He simply doesn't care a rap For any one--his only passion's Compelling us to keep our rations; Downrightly he demands our aid; He will not have the troops betrayed. Sir ARTHUR YAPP, Sir ARTHUR YAPP, He _is_--the right man in the gap-- He-Who-_MUST_-Be-Obeyed. Sir ARTHUR YAPP, Sir ARTHUR YAPP, He says the way to change the map-- The way that all of us can smash Huns-- Is simply sticking to our rations; Whereas the Hun will have us flayed Unless the waste of food is stayed. Sir ARTHUR YAPP, Sir ARTHUR YAPP, He _is_ right through this final lap-- He-Who-_MUST_-Be-Obeyed. W.B. * * * * * "TO THE EDITOR OF 'THE TIMES.' Sir,--Last Sunday evening I read your leader of October 24 as part of my sermon to my village congregation. It went home."--_Times_. _The Times_ leader-writer should cultivate a brighter style, more calculated to hold the interest of a congregation. * * * * * [Illustration: AT BAY. ENGLAND AND FRANCE (_to their comrade_). "STICK TO IT!"] * * * * * [Illustration: _Tommy_. "WHERE DID YOU GET THAT BUNCH?" _Australian_. "OH, I DIDN'T GET 'EM--THE DAWG BROUGHT 'EM IN."] * * * * * ESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT. _Monday, October 29th_.--For once Parliament repelled the gibe of its critics that it has ceased to represent the people. Lords and Commons united in praise of our sailors and soldiers and all the other gallant folk who are helping us to win the War, and passed the formal Votes of Thanks without a dissentient voice. As no eloquence could be adequate to such a theme--not even that of PERICLES or LINCOLN, as Mr. ASQUITH tactfully remarked--fewer and briefer speeches might have sufficed. The PRIME MINISTER painted the lily a little thickly, though no one would have had him omit his picturesque narrative of the first battle of Ypres--I hope some of its few survivors were among the soldiers in the Gallery--or his tributes to the Navy and the Merchant Service. Nor did one grudge Mr. REDMOND'S paean in praise of the Irish troops. It's not his fault, at any rate, that there aren't more of them.