* * * * *
Simpler fashions in India.
“The bride, who was
given away by her father, looked happy and
handsome in a beautiful red
fern dress.”—Allahabad Pioneer.
* * * * *
To the Kaiser for his new year.
Now with the New-born Year, when people
issue
Greetings appropriate to all
concerned,
Allow me, William, cordially to wish
you
Whatever peace of mind you
may have earned;
It
doesn’t sound too fat,
But you will have to be content with that.
For you will get no other, though you
ask it;
No peace on diplomatic folios
writ,
Like what you chucked in your waste-treaty-basket,
Torn into fragments, bit by
little bit;
In
these rude times we shrink
From vain expenditure of pulp and ink.
You hoped to start a further scrap of
paper
And stretched a flattering
paw in soft appeal,
Purring as hard as tiger-cats at play
purr
With velvet padding round
your claws of steel;
A
pretty piece of acting,
But, ere we treat, those claws’ll
want extracting.
You thought that you had just to moot
the question
And say you felt the closing
hour had come
And we should simply jump at your suggestion
And all the Hague with overtures
would hum;
You’d
but to call her up,
And Peace would follow like a well-bred
pup.
But Peace and War are twain (see Chadband’s
platitude);
War you could summon by your
single self,
But Peace—for she adopts a
stickier attitude—
Takes two to mobilise her
off the shelf;
Unless
one side’s so weak
That, try his best, he cannot raise a
squeak.
When things are thus and you have had
your beating,
We’ll talk and you can
listen. Better cheer
I’ve none to offer you by way of
greeting,
But this should help you through
the glad New Year;
It
lacks for grace, I own,
But let its true sincerity atone!
O.S.
* * * * *
An extra special.
A special constable is allowed to bore his beat-partner in moderation. I have no doubt that I bore mine. In return I expect to be moderately bored. In fact a partner who flashed through all the four hours might attract Zeppelins. But Granby! In human endurance there is a point known as the limit. That is Granby.
Years back some Government person in a moment of fatuity made Granby a magistrate. Magistrates should learn to condense their wisdom into sentences. Granby beats out his limited store into orations.
It was my misfortune to arrive late at the station the other night and to find that the other specials had craftily left Granby to be my partner. The results of unpunctuality are sometimes hideous.