If the M.L.O. has been thrown down there, who threw him?
Was it my idol, the A.M.L.O., in a moment of exasperation with his M.L.O.?
Or was it the M.L.O., in a moment of exasperation with my idol, the A.M.L.O.? Yours ever, HENRY.
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[Illustration: Old Lady. “IS THIS THE RESULT OF A BOMB, CONSTABLE?”
Constable (fed up). “BLESS YOU, NO, MA’AM. THE GENT THAT LIVES HERE’S GOT HAY FEVER.”]
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“Naval Officer’s
(Minesweeping) Wife would be grateful for the
opportunity of purchasing
a Baby’s Layette of good quality at a
very reasonable price.”—Morning
Post.
Our congratulations to the mine sweeping wife upon having captured a Baby Mine.
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BEASTS ROYAL.
III.
DUKE WILLIAM’S FALCON. A.D. 1065.
Upon a marsh beside the sea,
With hawk and hound and vassals three,
Rode WILLIAM, Duke of NORMANDY,
The heir of Rover ROLLO;
And ever as his falcon flew
Quoth he: “Mark well, by St.
MACLOU,
For where she hovers hasten you,
And where she falls I follow.”
She rose into the misty sky,
A brooding menace hid on high,
Ere she dipped earthward suddenly
As dips the silver swallow;
Then, spurring through the rushes grey,
Cried WILLIAM, “Sirs, away, away!
For where she hovers is the prey,
And where she falls I follow.”
Her marbled plume with crimson dight,
Seaward she soared, and bent her flight
Above the ridge of foaming white
Along the harbour hollow;
Then, looking grimly toward the strait,
Said WILLIAM, “Truly, soon or late,
There where she hovers is my fate,
And where she falls I follow.”
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THE CAVE-DWELLERS.
“If you please, ma’am, that funny-looking gentleman with the long hair has brought his jug for some more water. And could you oblige him with a little pepper?”
“Certainly not,” said my wife. “The man’s a nuisance. He is not even respectable—looks like a gipsy or a disreputable artist. I’ll speak to him myself.” And she flounced out of the room.
I felt almost sorry for the man; but really the thing was overdone when, not content with overcrowding our village, these London people took to living in dug-outs on the common.
Matilda rushed back into the room with a metal jug in her hand.
“Oscar! It’s old Sheffield plate, and there’s a coat-of-arms on it. Turn up the heraldry book; look in the index for ‘bears.’ Perhaps they’re somebody after all.”
Matilda is a second cousin once removed of the Drewitts—one of the best baronetcies in England—and naturally we take an interest in Heraldry.