... j The HuEijeR PC# DR8A3VLS 13^ HIS CLUB A new Poem By Lord DUNSANY A dim grey dawn with a streak of amber Is breaking now, though I know not where. Blue pigeons soar and the monkeys clamber Up from dark to the lucid air. flushed as though it had seen a gorgon A bush-buck stands at the forest's edge A strange bird calls like an opening organ, Tiny myriads talk in the sedge. Gone by now is the ...

... Strangers 4 Within Tom Titt and Simple Simon record their impressions of our Cosmopolitan Visitors. See the homely Teuton With travelling suit on He has crossed the water Mit Fran and mit daughter. Now, who are these pets Are some of them Letts, Or Danish, or Dutch, Or Swedish and such, Or reared in the regions Reserved for Norwegians Well, surely the bony'un Looks an Esthonian Let guess ...

... Well Sail At sixteen a woman prefers the best dancer in the room; at two and twenty the best talker; at thirty the richest man.-- Punch, 1862. Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love. Shakespeare, As You Like It. There are some meannesses which are too mean even for man- woman, lovely woman alone, can venture to commit them. Thackeray. I am a woman of ...

... 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 ...

... (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 ...

... Had he fj the gift of ^^t o n g u e s cWh Words follow thoughts, but to name the words of love takes generosity and courage two qualities, above all, that women ask for in men un by x MARTHA 5; BLOUNT WHO knows when it all started, this perennial need for women to be told that they are loved and needed? Does it go back to the fall of man and the eternal misunderstanding between the sexes that ...

... Ton I wl By MARY DELANE IF you were to think that a Tea Blender is a gentleman in a white coat taking leaves out of one tea chest and adding them to another to achieve a pungent flavour you would be right, but tea blending was not always such a practical, nor yet perhaps such a respectable occupation. In the roaring eighteenth century gentlemen of fashion made an occasion of their evening ...

... we* I Home- UpEAKE-a c) By Harry Graham There was a time-- for ever past!-- When, as the shades of night descended, My troubles to the winds I cast And, freed from worldly cares at last, My daily labours ended, I hied me home, at evening's dose, To sweet repast and calm repose Beside the fire I loved to sit, Enjoying well-earned peace and solace, A nd, as I smoked, my wife would knit Or else ...

... SARCOMA A 7\[ew Poem by Alan M cGlashan. She's waiting for my visit eagerly, Propped on her elbow, smiling, tense. Her eyes Are bright with hope with confidence in me Yet, as I near her bed, I see a trace Of doubt in them. God knows what she descries Of Life or Death in my schooled, lying face. Why, Doctor, I feel better now indeed, But for this queer hard lump she scans the mask Of my trained ...

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... 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 ...

... 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 ...