_The Jinglish Review_, also famous for the activity of its fighting editor, has no fewer than four articles from his pen, of which the least negligible is perhaps that of "The Partition of Europe after the War." The others deal with "The Real Germany," "Sunday Journalism as a World Asset," and "HORATIO BOTTOMLEY the Prophet." Other contributions in a varied number include a series of votive verses to Mr. EDWARD MARSH, C.B., by a band of Georgian poets, on the occasion of his resumption of his duties as private secretary to Mr. WINSTON CHURCHILL. A charming study of leprosy, translated from the Russian of Lugubriski, brings the number to a close.
Upon a lily-laden tide, Where galleons rocked with sails blown wide And white swans gleamed, there was a city Whose citizens called "London Pride" The flower that some call "None-so-Pretty."
It grew beside the frowning tower, By RALEGH'S walk and BOLEYN'S bower, As frail as joy, as sweet as pity; And "London Pride" they called that flower Which country folk call "None-so-Pretty."
When London lads made holiday In dewy hours o' th' month o' May, And footed it with Moll and Kitty, Among the maypole garlands gay Be sure they plaited "None-so-Pretty."
When London lads in battle bent Their bows beside the bows of Kent ('Tis told in many a gallant ditty) Their caps were tufted as they went With "London Pride" or "None-so-Pretty."
Oh, London is what London was, And mighty food for pride she has; Her saints are wise, her sinners witty, And Picard clay and Flemish grass Are sweet with stars of "None-so-Pretty."
_À propos_ of the note in our issue of August 1st, a Correspondent suggests that the Americans might go into action to the tune of "Tommy make room for your Uncle."
"A Leghorn pullet, belonging to Mrs. G.R. Bell, of Coxhoe, Durham, has laid an egg 3-1/4 oz. in weight, 7-1/2 in. in diameter, and 6-1/4 in. in circumference."--_Scotch Paper._
Most interesting and novel, but very disconcerting to the mathematicians.
"The procession was headed by the choristers and songmen, and included the surplus clergy and the Very Rev. the Dean."
No support here, you will note, for the recent suggestion that Deans are superfluous.
[Illustration: THE FAILURE OF THE FILM-THRILL.