The names of musicians and mummers No longer are loud on our lips; By the side of our buglers and drummers CARUSO endures an eclipse; And the legions of freaks and of faddists Who hailed him with rapturous awe, O wonder of wonders, are finding out blunders, And worse, in the writings of SHAW!
Good BEGBIE, no longer upraising His plea for the "uplift" of Hodge, Has ceased for a season from praising LLOYD GEORGE and Sir OLIVER LODGE; And there hasn't been much in the papers About the next novel from CAINE (No doubt he's in Flanders, the guest of commanders Who reverence infinite brain).
JOHN WARD has forgiven the Curragh (The Curragh's forgotten JOHN WARD); No longer he cries "Wurra Wurra!" At sight of an officer's sword; MACDONALD, the terror of tigers, Sits silent and meek as a mouse, And the great VON KEIRHARDI is curiously tardy In "voicing" his spleen in the House.
The screeds of professors and jurists Have quite disappeared from the Press; 'Tis little we hear of Futurists, And frankly we care even less; Why, TREVELYAN, the martyr to candour, Who lately his office resigned, Though waters were heaving has sunk without leaving The tiniest ripple behind.
In fine, though there fall to our fighters Too many hard buffets and humps, 'Tis a comfort to think that our blighters Are down in the deadliest dumps; And whatever the future may bring us In profits or pleasures or pains The ill wind that's blowing to-day is bestowing A number of negative gains.
"Are we sending Christmas cards this year? Yes," said Blathers, "but not next year, or the year after that, as we shall be retrenching. They are quite modest trifles, yet at the mere sight of the envelope each recipient will, cheerfully, I hope, pay twopence towards the sinews of war. One hundred of these contributions will amount, I am told, to sixteen shillings and eightpence; not much, but it is my little offering to the country in her hour of need. This is the card I propose to send out in a sealed and unstamped cover":--
MR. AND MRS. BLATHERS WISH YOU A HAPPY CHRISTMAS 1914, 1915 AND 1916, AND A BRIGHT NEW YEAR 1915, 1916 AND 1917.
"The Russian mining engineers who have been sent to Galicia since the occupation report that the oil districts will suffice to supply the whole of South-Western Russia. The working of the fields will start in the spring; moreover salt and iron abound, also sporadicalli, silver, copper, lead and the rarer metals."