Miss BALVAIRD-HEWETT gave a clever rendering of the hotel-keeper's sombre _Frau_; and Mr. GEORGE ELTON contributed an excellent Chinese servant.
But you can't, you really can't, get a gallon into a pint pot, however strenuous the potter.
"What has to be done is to draw a sanitary cordon to bar the road to Bolshevism."--_M. PICHON in the French Chamber_.
The need of this policy is strengthened by the simultaneous announcement that the Bolsheviks have crossed the Bug on a wide front.
"Mr. ---- has for twenty-one years been illustrating 'A Saunter Through Kent.'"--_Sunday Pictorial_.
The artist seems to have caught the spirit of his subject.
"This was seconded by Mr. Mackinder, who said the barque of British trade had to steer a perilous course between the scylla of the front Opposition bench and the charybodies as represented by the Government."--_Western Daily Press_.
This is the first intimation we have yet received of any noticeable tendency to penurious economy on the part of the Government.
Mr. Bingley-Spyker pleaded surprise. He pointed out that he had been in bed for a fortnight, "laid aside," as he said, "through the prevailing epidemic." In the meantime the revolution had taken place, and he had heard nothing about it.
"Well," said the President gruffly, "we carn't 'elp that, can we, comrades? While this 'ere citizen 'as been restin' in the lap o' luxury, so to speak, we workers 'ave been revolutin'. An' that's all there is to it."
"But fair play," persisted Mr. Bingley-Spyker gently, "is a jewel. At least so I have always understood."
"Not so much of it, me lad," interrupted the President sharply. "Now then, comrade, wot's the charge?"
An unkempt person stepped up to the front and, clearing his throat with some emphasis, began:--
"About ten-thirty this morning I see this gentleman--"
"_What? _" The interruption came simultaneously from several members of the tribunal.
"--this party walkin' down Whitehall casual-like, as if the place belonged to 'im instead of to us. 'What ho!' I says to myself, 'this 'ere chap looks like a counter-revolution'ry;' and with that I comes closer to 'im. Sure enough he was wearin' a 'igh collar, about three inches 'igh, I should say, all white an' shiny, straight from the lorndry. I could 'ardly believe my eyes."