OUR CAPTIOUS CRITIC: AMONGST THE TORPEDOES
... OUR CAPTIOUS CRITIC. amongst the torpedoes. WE caught that 7.40 train, although it did seem as if we had to get up in the middle of the night to do so. Our friend the Composer was discomposed at first by scenting the morning air (to him an unusual experience), and for the first twenty miles he wore an expression of dazed dullness. He tried a cigar, began to beam, and suddenly burst forth into ...