For in my morning sheet I'd seen it bruited, Mid talk of Jazz and Fox Trot, plaids and checks, That boxing was a sport precisely suited To what it quaintly called the gentler sex; I thought about the coming day when bevies Of beauty would be found inside the ropes, And saw you, eminent among the "heavies," The whitest of white hopes.
I saw--and at the vision England's stock ran High above par--how in the padded strife, Beneath the auspices of Mr. COCHRAN, You'd whip the world, or should I say his wife? Our land once more would boast the champion thumper, The doughtiest dealer of the hefty welt, The holder of--but no, by then a jumper Will have replaced the belt.
Final: Lt. W. R. Nicol (R.F.A.) knocked out Lt.-General Lord Rawlinson, Commanding at Aldershot."--_Sportsman._
"Some years have passed since I last saw Mr. ----, and last evening I found him considerably aged. His one black hair is very grey."
Probably the result of depression caused by loneliness.
"The Prince of ---- has returned recently from England where he was educated. He is to marry several wives, as is the custom of ----. His education is to continue."--_North China Daily News._
"The Chester Vase resolved itself into a contest between a four-year-old and some three-year-olds, but in this case the four-year-old was Buchan, a Trojan among minnows."--_Provincial Paper._
The writer seems to be a student of "classic" form.
[Illustration: EXIT THE MINISTERING ANGEL.
DR. BONAR (_to Nurse DEVLIN_). "_MUST_ YOU GO, NURSE? (_Resignedly_) WELL, WE SHALL HAVE TO DO OUR BEST WITHOUT YOU."
(Nationalist Members have decided to take no further part in the discussion of the Government of Ireland Bill.)]
_Monday, May 3rd._--The PRIME MINISTER being confined to his bed and Mr. BONAR LAW being engaged elsewhere in inaugurating the Housing campaign the House of Commons was in charge of the HOME SECRETARY. Consequently Questions went through with unusual speed, for Mr. SHORTT has a discouraging way with him. The most searching "Supplementary" rarely receives any recognition save a stony glare through his inseparable eye-glass, as who should say, "How can So-and-so be such an ass as to expect an answer to his silly question?"
[Illustration: "TOO MUCH OF A RAILWAY-MAN."