Wet weed clings to bosom and hair;
Their faces are drawn;
They crouch by the embers and stare
And go with the dawn
To sleep in my garden, the swell flowing over them
Like a green lawn."
PATLANDER.
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=Labour Leaders on the Links.=
Under a photograph in a London evening paper runs the following
legend:--
"Mr. John Hodge and another official of the Iron and Steel
Founders Union enjoy a game of golf after the Trade Union Congress
at Portsmouth adjourns for the day. Our picture shows Mr. John
Hodge Putting."
Some idea of the forceful and unconventional methods of our Labour
leaders may be gathered from the attitude of Mr. JOHN HODGE, whose
club is raised well over his shoulder.
* * * * *
[Illustration: _Prisoner._ "SORR, I OBJECT TO MR. CLANCY SERVIN' ON
THE JURY."
_Mr. Clancy._ "BEDAD, AN' FOR WHY, MICHAEL? I'M _FOR_ YEZ!"]
* * * * *
THE TAXATION OF VIRTUE.
"I shall wait," said Peter, "till they send me the final notice."
"Being his wife," said Hilda to me, "I am in a position to know that
he will not. In another week he will pay, saying that the thought of
income-tax has affected his nerves and that he can bear it no longer.
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