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We are sorry to find The Globe making playful reference to the many postponements of certain music-hall revues.  Mr. Justice Darling will agree that these things cannot be postponed too often.

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“How can I distinguish poisonous from edible fungi?” asks a correspondent of The Daily Mail.  The most satisfactory test is to look for them.  If you find them they are likely to be poisonous.  If they have been already gathered they were probably edible.

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It is now admitted that the conscientious objectors undergoing sentence at Dartmoor are allowed to have week-ends occasionally.  This concession, it appears, had to be granted as several of them threatened to leave the place.

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The pessimists who maintain that this will be a long war are feeling pretty cheap just now.  An American scientific journal declares that the world can only last another fifteen million years.

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Roughly speaking, says a weekly paper, there is a policeman for every sixteen square miles.  This gives them plenty of room to turn round in.

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It is reported that ex-King Constantino is to receive L20,000 a year unemployment benefit.

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We have heard so little of the Hidden Hand this past week or so that we are tempted to ask whether it is suffering from writer’s cramp.

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It is reported that three large jam factories have been commandeered by the Military.  A soldier writes to ask whether it is proposed to include jam in the list of field punishments.

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“Justices cannot guarantee results to litigants in advance,” said the Willesden magistrate recently.  Not without trespassing on the privileges of the Bar.

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As a demonstration of allegiance to their country’s cause the Apaches of Northern America are to hold a great “Devil Dance” in Arizona.  It only needed this to convince us that all was well with America.

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A flask of wine of the year A.D. 17, found in a Roman tomb in Bavaria, is said to be the oldest extant vintage.  It antedates Sir Frederick Banbury’s brand of Toryism by several years.

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[Illustration:  The fop.

Looker-on.  “What are you going to have next, Clarence,—­Electric shampoo or face manicured?”]

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“Mrs. ——­, who has just entered her 192nd year, reads without glasses, writes to her grandchildren fighting abroad, and knits articles for King George’s Military Hospital.”—­Daily Express (Dublin).

Those grandchildren must be getting a little old for active service.

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