As to the other usual decorations of hotel bedroom walls, the notice will be removed which informs all concerned that the management will not be held responsible for valuables, unless these be deposited in the office safe, though this will not be intended to indicate that the new management has doubts as to the safety even of its own safe.

The “Hotel National,” which is the hotel in question, was in process of complete reconstruction when the purchase took place.  A bathroom has been annexed to every room.  Presumably every international delegate will have a suite allotted to his nation.  The question I ask myself is this, Will he put himself in the room and his secretaries in the bathroom, or himself in the bathroom and the secretaries in the room?  And the answer I make to myself is as follows:  The delegate will appoint the room to be his room and the bathroom to be his bathroom and will leave his secretaries to make the best of things out in the corridor.  The suggestion you will probably make is that there are more suites of rooms than nations; that I must leave you to work out for yourself.  The number of suites of rooms is ascertainable, but no one seems able to inform me how many nations there are.  Personally every time I pick up a newspaper I seem to discover a new one.  However that may be, the nations are now all formed into their League, and may the best one win the Cup Final, say I!

F. O. L.

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[Illustration:  The Profiteer’s Wife. “HEAVENS!  MARGARET HAS ELOPED WITH THE CHAUFFEUR IN THE CAR.”

The Profiteer. “WHAT! NOT THE NEW ROLLS-ROYCE?”]

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[Illustration:  THE SPREAD OF EDUCATION.

1914.

“Don’t ’e look lovely in ’is uniform?”

“I do like a play wiv a bit of fightin’ in it.”

“O, ain’t ’e sweet!”

“Makes you feel all shiverylike when ’e waves ‘is sword an’ all, don’t it?”

“Oo, I ’ope they’re not going to fire no guns.”

1920.

“E’s got civvy boots on!”

“Take ‘is blinkin’ name, Sergeant, an’ get ‘is blinkin’ ’air cut.”

“What are yer, Sick Parade?”

“Fall in, defaulters.”

“’Oo stole the rum?”]

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=FOR THE CHILDREN.=

Mr. Punch comes once more, hat in hand, to beg for help in a good cause.  This time he asks the generous aid of his readers on behalf of the Victoria Home at Margate, of which Her Majesty the QUEEN is Patroness.  This Home cares for invalid children, from very little ones of only a few months old, to boys of twelve years and girls of fifteen.  There is room for between fifty and sixty of them and they stay, on an average, for the best part of a year, during which they receive careful medical attention, and have all their needs tended, body and mind.  Many of them have lost a leg or an arm and nearly all have some bandaged limb, yet, with these disabilities, they contrive to learn the duties of a loyal Scout and are very proud of their uniform.