enjoy, had declined to believe this.  The fact as stated by Mr. Bonar Law is that “it is hoped that Lord Northcliffe will be able to carry on the work begun by Mr. Balfour as head of the British Mission in America.  He is expected to co-ordinate and supervise the work of all the Departmental Missions.”  It has been interesting to learn that his lordship “will have the right of communicating direct with the Prime Minister”—­a thing which, of course, he has never done before.  Meanwhile, the fact remains that his departure has been hailed with many a dry eye, and that the public seem to be enduring their temporary bereavement with fortitude.

[Illustration:  MRS. GREEN TO MRS. JONES (who is gazing at an aeroplane):  “My word!  I shouldn’t care for one of them flying things to settle on me.”]

Far too much fuss has been made about trying to stop Messrs. Ramsay MacDonald and Jowett from leaving England.  So far as we can gather they did not threaten to return to this country afterwards.  There is no end to the woes of Pacificists, conscientious or otherwise.  The Press campaign against young men of military age engaged in Government offices is causing some of them sleepless days.  Even on the stage the “conchy” is not safe.

[Illustration:  STAGE MANAGER:  “The elephant’s putting in a very spirited performance to-night.”

CARPENTER.  “Yessir.  You see, the new hind-legs is a discharged soldier, and the front legs is an out-and-out pacificist.”]

The King has done a popular act in abolishing the German titles held by members of his family, and Mr. Kennedy Jones has won widespread approval by declaring that beer is a food.

Lord Devonport’s retirement from the post of Food Controller has been received with equanimity.  There is a touch of imagination, almost of romance, in the appointment of his successor, the redoubtable Lord Rhondda, who as “D.A.” was alternately the bogy and idol of the Welsh miners, and who, after being the head of the greatest profit-making enterprise in the Welsh coalfields, is now summoned to carry on war against the profiteers in the provision trade.

In Germany a number of lunatics have been called up for military service, and the annual report of one institution at Stettin states that “the asylums are proud that their inmates are allowed to serve their Fatherland.”  It appears, however, that the results are not always satisfactory, though no complaints have been heard on our side.

July, 1917.

The War, so Lord Northcliffe has informed the Washington Red Cross Committee, has only just begun.  Whether this utterance be regarded as a statement of fact or an explosion of rhetoric, it has at least one merit.  The United States cannot but regard it as a happy coincidence that their entry into the War synchronises with the initial operations.  The dog-days are always busy times for the Dogs of War, and the last month of the