point.  Mr. ASQUITH, Mr. REDMOND and Mr. WARDLE will, of course, receive their copies of the editio princeps.  But what about Mr. WILLIAM O’BRIEN, who commands a bare half-section, even if one includes Mr. T.M.  HEALY as odd file?  What, too, of the Peace-without-Victory party, which is all leaders?  The case of Mr. PRINGLE and Mr. HOGGE, which was publicly mentioned, presents little difficulty.  Much as they love one another, neither is prepared to acknowledge the other as his leader.

The greatest crux is furnished by Mr. GINNELL and Mr. PEMBERTON-BILLING.  Each of them leads a distinct party, making up by its activity and volubility for its comparative lack of size.  Logically they may look forward to receiving copies of the “confidential” document too sacred for the inspection even of Peers and Privy Councillors.  But I should not encourage them to hope.

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[Illustration:  Maid. “THE DOCTOR HAS CALLED TO SEE YOU, SIR.”

Government Official (faintly). “TELL HIM TO FILL UP A FORM, STATING THE NATURE OF HIS BUSINESS AND IF BY APPOINTMENT.”]

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[Illustration:  Boss (to typist, a war flapper, who is very late). “EH, YE’VE COOM AT LAST. WE WERE JUST TALKIN’ ABOOT YE.”

Typist. “AH, I WONDERED WHAT MADE MY EAR BURN.” ]

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CLASSICAL AMERICA.

    [A correspondent of The Westminster Gazette remarks in a recent
    issue, “I am told American students sing their Pindar.”]

  A WRITER in the evening Press
  Lays quite unnecessary stress
  Upon the fact that youthful scholars,
  Residing in the land of dollars,
  Where men are shrewd and level-headed,
  Sing songs to PINDAR’S verses wedded. 
  Yet why this wonder, when you think
  How strongly welded is the link
  That binds Columbia and its glory
  To lands renowned in classic story? 
  There’s hardly any town of note
  Mentioned by MOMMSEN or by GROTE
  Except Byzantium, perhaps—­
  Which doesn’t figure in our maps. 
  Of Ithacas we have a score,
  And Troys and Uticas galore;
  Chicago has a Punic sound,
  And pretty often, I’ll be bound,
  Austere Bostonians heavenward send a
  Petition calling her delenda;
  While Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
  Betray the classicising mania. 
  We have a Capitol, also,
  As fine as Rome’s of long ago;
  Pompey and Romulus and Remus
  (I’m not so sure of Polyphemus)
  Are names with us more often worn
  Than in the lands where they were born. 
  Then, as true classicists to stamp us,
  Each College has its separate Campus,
  And we have Senators whose mien
  Might well have turned old BRENNUS green. 
  Why even the Bird that proudly soars
  In majesty to guard our shores