Having perused well the chronicle of the week, the Vigilant Patriot views with alarm:

Pink pills of platitude. (P. 13.) Heavy Huxley. (P. 14.)

A warrier, armed and tense, snarling. (P. 16.)

An influx of female Ma-politicians. (P. 5.)

A smokey, gas-filled hell. (P. 10.)

Lovelorn lads and lassies of all ages. (P. 30.)

The terrible hand of Emir Faisal Ibn Abdul-Aziz Ibn Saud. (P. 10.)

A rollicking Prince of Wales. (P. 30.)

Several angry Laborites, shaking their fists. (P. 8.)

The first broken neck. (P. 28.)

A bold-faced "plutogog" who employs ungentlemanly language. (P. 3.)

A penchant for catching a coat by the tails and ripping it. (P. 30.)

Maidens . . . dancing, prancing. (P. 19.)

"Pooh"--:from John Bull. "Blah" --from Uncle Sam. (P. 7.)

A disagreeable odor. (P. 28.)

The ratio between a father's dollars and his offspring's brains. (P. 18.)

A turbulent tale of chorus girls and stolen jewelry. (P. 15.)

Noisy, showy Tuchuns. (P. 12.)