Wednesday, May 2nd.—Curiosity to hear Mr. BONAR LAW’S first Budget-speech caused a full House. The Peers attended in force, and among the distinguished strangers was “Dr. JIM,” a man of action who, as a rule, takes little interest in the men of talk.
The CHANCELLOR OF THE EXCHEQUER’S Budget statement was praised by his predecessor for its ability and lucidity. Personally, I thought rapidity was its most notable characteristic. Unhampered by manuscript (save a couple of sheets of notepaper containing a few of the principal figures) and relying upon his exceptional memory, he rattled through his thousand-million totals at such a pace that my panting pencil toiled after him in vain. In seventy-five minutes by the clock he spoke four solid columns of The Times.
As we have failed to drink ourselves out of our difficulties, for the Excise returns show a steady falling off, we are to do our bit towards smoking ourselves out of them by paying 1s. 10d. a pound more on our tobacco. This last impost constitutes a real piece of self-denial on the CHANCELLOR’S part, for he is much addicted to cigars both long and strong, somewhat resembling those which enabled Mr. W.J. TRAVIS to carry off the Amateur Golf Championship to America.
Thursday, May 3rd.—The secrets of the Budget were so well kept that Mr. LAW himself forgot the most important of them until to-day. In future it will be a case of “one man (or woman) one dog,” unless the owner is prepared to pay on an ascending scale for his extra pets. In our fight with Germany we must neglect no precaution however small. To get the KAISER back to his kennel we will, if necessary, empty our own. Doggedness is essential to victory, but not over-doggedness. Then let us, in CALVERLEY’S phrase, “curtail the already cur-tailed cur.”
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[Illustration: A CADET’S DAY.
9 A.M.—SAD BAGS. 7 P.M.—GLAD RAGS.]
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A MINISTERIAL WAIL.
["The most trenchant critics
of the Government since its
formation have been Mr. PRINGLE
and Mr. HOGGE.”—British
Weekly].
The gipsy camping in a dingle
I reckon as a lucky dog;
He doesn’t hear the voice of PRINGLE,
He doesn’t hear the
snorts of HOGGE.