*** The Bolshevists in Russia, we are told, are busy sowing seeds of sedition.

They're Bolshevists at heart.

Though dismal Jeremiahs wail Of Bolshevists within our gates, And, though the Master of The M**l In sad seclusion vegetates, The rising tide of gloom recoils Once the inspiring news is known That mines are good in spots, and oils Maintain a healthy undertone.

Would a few officers mind being detailed for the hundred-and-twenty-first course in the use of Private House Grenades, 13th of this month? (5) BOOTS, BOLSHEVISTS FOR THE USE OF, ISSUE OF.