... w I FOUND i A FIVER (After A. A. Milne) I found a fiver, A nice crisp fiver; I took it in my hand To a night-club, where If you've got a fiver, A nice crisp fiver, They don't mind If you're not a member there. So I went to the club where they all were dancing (Yessir, that's my baby, that's my baby girl), Have you seen Eros, 'cos he's not in Piccadilly, But they hadn't got Eros not ...

... (With apologies to A. A. Milne's Little Bo-Peep What have you done with your curls, Little Georgette What have you done with your curls, Georgette Toby, old thing, what fun, I've shingled them every one Oh, what a thing to have done, Little Georgette What have you done with your bags, Toby, my dear old thing What have you done with your Oxford Bags, Old thing Little Georgette, my passion, For ...

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... Snare, Cats ov W. M. LETTS f^.. m THE cats in our Square are correct, They belong tothe very elect, The Tabby elite of the Town, And rightly look down On wizen-tailed Tibbies and Toms and the truck Who gather their tuck Such a sorry pot-luck From buckets and bins an I such castaway tins As they find in the muck. The cats in our Square have a grace Of ancient and dignified race, Egyptian or ...

... \L. r by BILL.: ADAM'S OLD man Stitch-away, old man Sails, With his long grey beard, he's as hard as nails. His teeth are yellow and his eyes are grey, And he's seaming and he's roping all the livelong day. Stitch-away, stitch-away, sew them strong For the lofty spars ivhere they belong Rope them tight and seam them true So never a capful of wind blows through A big ship's topsails, a big ...

... I v* r.; p 'HERE' S a Man you must have met him if you ^Xf\ ever ride a horse, I Silent he sits to view our fox a-stealing from V-AV^ J the gorse. To give him law, and holloa him and ade- quately shows He's good enough to follow him, however far he goes- He looks at you with puckered lids tht t never shift or blink, And round his mouth all humour plays, and in his eye a wink You've ridden ...

... WHO thinks to-day for self and self alone Who thinks to-day for self and not for England Who be he prince, priest, penman, orator, Captain of Industry, Trade Unionist, Labourer with his hands or with his brain, Richest or poorest in this land of ours Doth preach dissensions, class-wars seek to set The good of one above the common weal Brands himself traitor to this land of ours And to our ...

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... i ft IS By LORD DUNSANY Over the lawn so late, As the light dims to our eyes, There go the bit and his mate, ft The only mammal that flies. ft ft Are you not jealous, I faid, ft V As the bat came fluttering by, V ft That man, on wings he has ft J made, Now wanders over the sky.' ft i A 8 Jealousy answered he, ft I have more to do than ft ft that. ft There arc entrusted to me The high ...

... BY A MANICURIST TfNCOURAGE the half-moons of Fhyour nails. The contrast between the dull white skin of the half-moon and the pink shade of the finger tip is the best way of enhancing the beauty of your nails. rO do so, do not press too hard on the base of the nail, but maltc use of an orange stick, on one end of of which is a little pad of cotton wool dipped in. any cuticle remover it will ...

... jk OMAR up to. DATE A Rollicking Rnbaiyat translated from the English by Roddick Millar. I Awake I for Tommy, that Young Hope- ful bright, Has flung a Boot which puts the Stars in 10 Sight; V' t' And Little Mary, aged three and a half, Is pulling Papa's Hair with all her might.' II Dreaming when Tom's Right Hand was I raised on High, I heard a Voice within the Kitchen cry Awake, you Lazy Lout, ...

... By M. THACKERAY WALLER The ancient cry once more comes down the years j Which flags of Nelson fluttered to the brecre, And once again, to hearts and willing hands Entrusted is the Honour of the Seas. Through surging waves that could not drown your t hopes As to your fellow men, midst wave and sky, You went with succour. Your defy to Death Christ walked the waters with the Men of Rye. Once more ...