The Editor of _The Times_ strongly demurred to the statement that KLINGSOR was an Arabian. The great authority on KLINGSOR was the anonymous thirteenth-century epic poem on _Lohengrin_, the father of _Parsifal_, and he had no doubt (1) that the author was either a Czecho-Slovak or a Yugo-Slav; (2) that KLINGSOR, as the etymology suggested, was of the latter race. In these circumstances the attempt to establish an affinity between Mr. LLOYD GEORGE and KLINGSOR was nothing short of an outrage, which might have disastrous results on our relations with the new States of Central Europe.
Mr. J. MAYNARD KEYNES observed that the characterisation of Mr. LLOYD GEORGE, implicit in the defence of KLINGSOR made by the musical critic of _The Daily Mail_, indirectly confirmed his own impressions. It was true that the PREMIER did not physically resemble an Arab sheikh, and his knowledge of medicine, science or philosophy, to say nothing of geography, was decidedly jejune, but the sad case of President WILSON made it all too clear that he was capable of exerting a hypnotic influence on his colleagues. Mr. KEYNES did not think Mr. LLOYD GEORGE was an Aristotelian; he preferred to consider him an unconscious Pragmatist. This view he proposed to develop in his forthcoming volume on the Subliminal Conscience of Nonconformity.
[Many mules are appearing upon the streets of London and are showing an extraordinary and unexpected docility amidst the traffic.]
James, when I note your air supremely docile, Your well-fed look of undisturbed content (Doubtless you find this land an adipose isle After lean times on active service spent), I do not join with those who hymn your praises For calmness mid the turmoil of the town; I find myself consigning you to blazes-- James, you have let me down.
For I am one who, after having striven, A hero (_vide_ Press) though far from bold, Has come back home and, naturally, given Artistic touches to the tales he's told; The Transport was my scene of martial labours; That was the section where I saw it through; And I have told astonished friends and neighbours Some lurid yarns of you.
You are the theme I have been wont to brag on; I've told how you, my now innocuous moke, Would chew the tail-board off a G.S. wagon By way of mere _plaisanterie_ (or joke); Dubbed you most diabolical of ragers, A rampant hooligan, a fetid tough, A thing without respect for sergeant-majors-- That is to say, hot stuff.