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Awkward, Yon Know, Mr*. Oliver Belmont gave a picnic at Newport the other day, at which members of the colony there disported themselves with all the childish enthusiasm they could command. It was an ultra informal affair, and daring the afternoon the good old game of “drop the handkerchief" was proposed and played. The turn to carry the handkerchief fell to a bright mists, who dropped it behind a member of Britain’s aristocracy, who was in the game. When told he must run after the girl, catch her, and claim a kiss as a ransom, he looked extremely bored, stroked his mustache and said; “Ah! deucedly awkward, don’t you know. Really, I must be excused,” he begged, much to the chagrin of the young miss. She forgave him later, when it leaked out that the dear old chap had ■k cork lag and couldn’t runj—N. Y. Times. The Vital Spot of Empire. There can be no dispute for a moment as to the immense gravity of the issue raised byi any question of the eficiency of the Mediterranean squadron. No matter where our chief fighting fleet may ride, that point, and no other, is the vital spot of empire. It is the very center of our strategical system, and the backbone of our whole defensive organism. If the Mediterranean force were crushed in some swift and stupendous disaster, following instantly upon any unexpected outbreak of war, our entire naval organization, for all ultimate purposes, would be like a watch with a broken mainspring.—London Telegraph, How H« Passed It. Pat—-I say, Mike. I have a threepenny piece with a hole in it which I :annot get rid of at all —at all. What shall I do with it, begorra? Mike—Sure, Pat, you must do the same as I did onest—an excellent plan was mine. “And phwat was It, at all, Mike?” “Oh, it was fine, Pat, I tell you. That threepenny piece had bothered me a long toime, entoirely. Nobody would have dt, so at last I melted down a. sixpence and filled up the hole. Baforra, it went the very next day, me ohoy.”—London Spare Momenta.

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Manawatu Herald, Volume XXVIII, Issue 3585, 14 October 1905, Page 3

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Untitled Manawatu Herald, Volume XXVIII, Issue 3585, 14 October 1905, Page 3

Untitled Manawatu Herald, Volume XXVIII, Issue 3585, 14 October 1905, Page 3

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