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From an official notice of the sale of an enemy business:—
“Lot 2. The goodwill
of the business of the company attaching to goods
shipped from England to Nigeria,
marked with the unregistered or
common-law trade-marks known
as ‘Eagle on Rocks’ and ‘Lion and
Flag.’”
We are not surprised to hear of the “Eagle on Rocks” when it had the “Lion and Flag” after it.
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[Illustration: TILLERS OF THE SOIL.
STUDY OF URBAN DWELLERS PREPARING FOR THE WORST.]
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THE JOY-RIDER AT THE FRONT.
(Being a free version of
Mr. BERNARD SHAW’S articles in “The Daily
Chronicle” on his visit
to the seat of War.)
“Since the good man, RAMSAY MACDONALD,
while touring in the East
Went out to shoot the tiger, that homicidal
beast,
The most electrifying humanitarian stunt
Has been my khaki joy-ride along the British
Front.
“It wasn’t my own suggestion;
I went as the Government’s guest,
Invited to see how the brass-hats were
running the show on the West;
I’ve never been sweet on soldiers,
but I only went for a week,
And it gave me heaps of chances of studying
war technique.
“If they really thought to convert
me by the loan of a khaki suit,
Or by conferring upon me the right to
claim a salute,
It wouldn’t at all surprise me,
for dullards have always tried
To bribe true men of genius to take the
popular side.
“Well, I went, I saw, I ‘joy-rode,’
and my verdict remains the same;
There’s no use having a country
unless she’s always to blame;
For of all the appalling prospects that
human life can lend
The worst is to be unable to play the
candid friend.
“Men talk of France, the Martyr;
of her precious blood outpoured;
Of the innocent helpless victims of the
brutal Hunnish horde;
Presuming, insensate idiots, to label
as beast and brute
The race that has always held me in the
very highest repute!
“While France has failed completely,
at least in those later days,
To show appreciation of my Prefaces and
Plays;
It wouldn’t be therefore worthy
of a genuine superman
To show undue compassion for the sorrows
of ‘Marianne.’
“And as for the sheer destruction
of noble and ancient fanes
Which the prejudiced Hun-hater indignantly
arraigns,
The simple truth compels me in honesty
to state
That the style of some ruined buildings
was utterly second-rate.
“But to quit these trivial matters—let
weaklings wail and weep,
The loss of a few cathedrals will never
affect my sleep—
What lifts this Armageddon to an altitude
sublime
Is the crowning fact that it gave me a
perfectly glorious time.
“As an ultra-neutral observer I
entered the battle zone
And emerged unmoved, unshaken, with a
heart as cool as a stone;
No sight could touch or daunt me, no sound
my soul untune;
From pity or tears or sorrow I still remained
immune.