MESSALINA D’URFEY’S NEW ROMANCE,
FAREWELL, VIRTUE.
6/-

Lovers of In Quest of Crime will not fail to be
enraptured by this superb vindication of antinomian
            self-expression.

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By the Author of “The Little Oilcan,”
        MEDITATIONS ON A DUSTBIN. 
            BY JIMBO JONES.

First Enormous Edition exhausted.  Order of
             any Dustman.

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THE BOOK OF THE HOUR. 
THE LUSCIOUS LIFE,
BY ALEXANDER TRIPE
(Author of “The ’Ammy Knife").
The Novel which was banned in Dahomey!

“Verax,” in The Daily Lyre, says, “This is a colossally cerebral book.  By the side of Tripe, Balzac is a bungling beginner and Zola a finicking dilettante.”

The Manxman says:  “A wonderful panorama of the life of a decadent Abyssinian Prince; with full details of his wardrobe, his taste in liqueurs, his emotions and dissipations....  Simply must be read by anyone who wishes to be ‘in it.’  It is a liberal education in the luscious.”

Mr. John Pougher writes in Saturn:—­
“Tripe is the most nourishing author I know. 
To adapt Dickens’s famous phrase, there is a
juiciness in his work which would enchant a
scavenger.”

2/- net or three copies for 5/- and four
     (with 1 lb. of sugar) for 6/-

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GENERAL LITERATURE.
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WAS MILTON A MORMON? 
BY FLAMMA BELL. 
A book for polygamists of all ages.

1/- net, or 1/9 with 1 lb. of margarine.

LIFE WITHOUT SOAP. 
BY DR. BLACKWELL GRIMES.

How to be happy though unwashed.  National
           thrift in a nutshell.

With portrait of the Author in black-and-white.
                1/- net.

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INTIMATE INTERIORS SERIES.
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IN A PANTRY AT POTSDAM

(With Preface by the Man who ate Sauerkraut
             with HINDENBURG).

IN TINO’S BOOTROOM.

IN A SCULLERY AT SOFIA.

IN A SERVANTS’ HALL AT
BUDA-PESTH.

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[Illustration:  Neutral Waiter.  “I SHALL NEVAIR ONDERSTAND ZIS LANGUAGE.  ZAT OFFICER—­I SAY TO HIM, ’GOOT MORNING, ‘OW ARE YOU?’ ’E SAY, ’DAM ’ONGRY AND FED OP’!”]

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SIGNS OF THE TIMES.

[The management of The Times, of which the price was raised on Monday to twopence, is anxious, in view of the paper famine, to restore the old custom by which this journal was subscribed for jointly or loaned, whether gratuitously or by newsagents at one penny a perusal.  Having “determined to restrict the sale and encourage the circulation of each copy in several houses daily, the managers will not hesitate, as a last resort, to increase the selling price to sevenpence per copy.”]

From “The Evening Uproar.”