“HELSINGFORS, Sept.
28.—The Governor-General of Finland has
ordered seals to be affixed
to the doors of the Diet.”—Times.
This seems superfluous. Seals have always been attached to a Fin Diet.
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“A party of the Russians in their natural costumes have come to Portland to ply their trade as metal workers. They make a picturesque group, which a Press writer will try to describe to-morrow morning.”—Portland Daily Press (U.S.A.).
We trust that he did not dwell unduly upon the scantiness of their attire.
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Model dialogues for air-raids.
[A few specimen conversations are here suggested as suitable for the conditions which we have lately experienced. The idea is to discourage the Hun by ignoring those conditions or explaining them away. For similar conversations in actual life blank verse would not of course be obligatory.]
I.
A. Beautiful weather for the
time of year!
B. A perfect spell, indeed,
of halcyon calm,
Most grateful
here in Town, and, what is more,
A priceless gift
to our brave lads in France,
Whose need is
sorer, being sick of mud.
A. They have our first thoughts
ever, and, if Heaven
Had not enough
good weather to go round,
Gladly I’d
sacrifice this present boon
And welcome howling
blizzards, hail and flood,
So they, out there,
might still be warm and dry.
II.
C. Have you observed the alien
in our midst,
How strangely
numerous he seems to-day,
Swarming like
migrant swallows from the East?
D. I take it they would fain
elude the net
Spread by Conscription’s
hands to haul them in.
All day they lurk
in cover Houndsditch way,
Dodging the copper,
and emerge at night
To snatch a breath
of Occidental air
And drink the
ozone of our Underground.
III.
E. How glorious is the Milky
Way just now!
F. True. In addition
to the regular stars
I saw a number
flash and disappear.
E. I too. A heavenly
portent, let us hope,
Presaging triumph
to our British arms.
IV.
G. Methought I heard yestreen
a loudish noise
Closely resembling
the report of guns.
H. Ay, you conjectured right.
Those sounds arose
From anti-aircraft
guns engaged in practice
Against the unlikely
advent of the Hun.
One must be ready
in a war like this
To face the most
remote contingencies.
G. Something descended on
the next back-yard,
Spoiling a dozen
of my neighbour’s tubers.
H. No doubt a live shell mixed
among the blank;
Such oversights
from time to time occur
Even in Potsdam,
where the casual sausage
Perishes freely
in a feu de joie.