At first we hoped that the police had come for Keir Hardie.
"CAPTURING THE ENEMY'S TRADE."
From Craven House, Northumberland street, W.C., there has been issued a pamphlet entitled 'British Trade with Russia,' compiled from consular reports, by Mr. Malcolm Burr, M.A., D.Sc., etc., the object of the work, which is published at sixpence, being to indicate the colossal potentialities of the Russian market, and to supply some data to the British merchant or manufacturer who contemplates entering it."—Kentish Mercury.
We have no fault to find with the above, except that it is placed under the general heading "Literature and Art," being actually neither.
PAYING GUESTS.
I came across Crawshaw in the road unexpectedly. I would rather meet a rate-collector than Crawshaw. He is the most dangerous beggar in England. He could induce a blind crossing-sweeper to guarantee half-a-crown a week to a Belgian Relief Fund. If only he were Chancellor of the Exchequer people would almost like paying income-tax.
"Good morning, old man," I said, trying to dash past him.
"Just the man I was looking for," said Crawshaw. "I want you."