Ah!  A hasty glance she throws o’er her shoulder.  But for those
    Big, blonde, burly bullies twain, I could win her, I am sure;
  For my manners all girls praise, and I have such winning ways,
    And my lips, for kisses made, are for love a lasting lure.
      Pst! How those two stride on,
  Without a glance at me!  Do they think the game is won?

  Hrumph!  The Bear, although polite, is as pertinacious, quite,
    As the tactless Teuton pig.  I’ll yet spoil their little game. 
  Triple Alliance?  Fudge!  If that girl is a good judge,
    She will make a third with Me and my latest Gallic “flame.”
      Pst! Come along with me,
  My dark Italian belle!  We shall make a lovely Three!

[Left making signs.

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ACCI-DENTAL QUERY.—­Let me ask the Patres Conscripti of our Academy Royal, why Dentists are not admitted A.R.A. ex officio.  We have all for ever so long, since the memory of the oldest JOE MILLER, which runneth not to the contrary, known that Dentists drew teeth.  But they nowadays add to their accomplishments by painting gums.  The other day a friend of ours had a gum beautifully painted by a Dentist-artist in a certain Welbeck Street studio.  It was a wonderful gathering; our friend in the chair.

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THE OLD JOE AND THE NEW.

  To the humorous mind of a cynical cast,
    Party change many matters for mirth affords;
  But of all the big jokes, we’ve the biggest at last,
    In CHAMBERLAIN’s backing the House of Lords! 
  They toil not, nor spin?  That’s a very old jeer!
  Won’t the Lilies take back seats when JOE is a Peer?

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[Illustration:  TRYING IT ON!

RUSSIA.  “SS—­S—­T! (Whispers.) I WANT TO SPEAK TO YOU, MY DEAR!”]

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[Illustration:  “LISTEN TO MY TALE OF WOA!”

(Not much Gaiety about it.)]

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TO MY LORD ADDINGTON.

[Lord ADDINGTON, speaking recently at a Harvest Festival, said, “If he were a labourer, and saw a rabbit nibbling his cabbages, he would go for that rabbit with the first thing at hand.” (Enthusiastic cheers.)—­Daily News.]

[Illustration]

  Lord ADDINGTON, most wonderful
    Of people-pleasing peers,
  You certainly contrived to raise
    “Enthusiastic cheers.”

  The villagers come flocking in
    From all the country through,
  To hear Your Lordship speak his mind
    And tell them what to do.

  You did it well, you told them how
    You’d have them understand
  A lucky chance has made you own
    A quantity of land.

  Though very fond of shooting, yet
    Your love of shooting stops
  At letting rabbits have their way
    At decimating crops.