On that famed August nine,
We think about you, Billie, still
In Cairo drinking wine.
MISSING.—A little tot. It’s rum where it’s got to.
MISSING FRIENDS, ETC.—Will the girl who smiled at William Tomkins last Boxing Day please write to him at once?
LOST BY A POOR PERSON.—A strong pipe, last smelt in someone’s pocket up Monash Gully.