“I am very happy this term, and I am getting on fairly well in my work.  I like football much better than cricket.  I have three or four times just not got a goal, once it was when I kicked into goal the goalkeeper (3 st. 4 lb.!) rushed out and kicked it away, and once when we were playing Blues and Reds, and I was on the Blue side, and I managed by good luck to get through a crowd of shouting Reds and followed it up amidst shouts from the Blues and shot it to the Red goal; but the goalkeeper (a different one) came out and hit it away, at which I twisted my knee and collapsed (not with pain, because it wasn’t anything, but with anger and desparation!) Am I to learn boxing this term?  I am sorry to hear the hens are not behaving well.”

I should like to have seen the bold goalkeeper of 3 st. 4 lb.  It is a proud weight.

R. C. L.

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YESTERDAY IN OXFORD STREET.

  Yesterday in Oxford Street, oh, what d’you think, my dears? 
  I had the most exciting time I’ve had for years and years;
  The buildings looked so straight and tall, the sky was blue between,
  And, riding on a motor-bus, I saw the fairy queen!

  Sitting there upon the rail and bobbing up and down,
  The sun was shining on her wings and on her golden crown;
  And looking at the shops she was, the pretty silks and lace—­
  She seemed to think that Oxford Street was quite a lovely place.

  And once she turned and looked at me and waved her little hand,
  But I could only glare and stare, oh, would she understand? 
  I simply couldn’t speak at all, I simply couldn’t stir,
  And all the rest of Oxford Street was just a shining blur.

  Then suddenly she shook her wings—­a bird had fluttered by—­
  And down into the street she looked and up into the sky,
  And perching on the railing on a tiny fairy toe
  She flashed away so quickly that I hardly saw her go.

  I never saw her any more, although I looked all day;
  Perhaps she only came to peep and never meant to stay;
  But oh, my dears, just think of it, just think what luck for me
  That she should come to Oxford Street and I be there to see!

R. F.

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LIGHT ON THE SITUATION.

“Dr. Michaelis is the trusted no-hold-out until their plans of annexation have been carried out, and they always receive a gracious telegram in reply.  So he who cares to hear knows what the hour is striking.”—­Egyptian Mail.

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JOURNALISTIC HUMILITY.

“Two years ago The Daily Mail begged our sluggish authorities to study the question of daylight air-raids as well as night attacks.  We pointed out their risk; we asked that the best means of meeting them should be considered and the best method of warning the public investigated.  The result was that nothing was done.”—­Daily Mail.

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