The Daily Chronicle correspondent also announces that representatives of American golf are to visit St. Andrews in the Spring to discuss the question.  We trust their visit may not be too late.  If the problem is one that can be solved by dollars no doubt they will come well-equipped for enforcing American opinion on the British public.  We can only hope that international relationships will not be strained by their deliberations; let there be a spirit of toleration and a recognition of the rights of small nations, and all may yet be well.

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WHY THE SPARROW LIVES IN THE TOWN.

  In noisy towns, where traffic roars and rushes
    And where the grimy streets are dark and narrow,
  You never see the robins and the thrushes,
    Nor hear their songs.  Only the City sparrow
  Chirps bravely and as cheerily as they,
  Although his home is very far away.

  He chirps of lanes, of far-off country places
    (This is the sparrows’ story that I’m telling);
  Long, long ago they lived in sweet wide spaces;
    Their homes were in the hedges, gay, green-smelling;
  The people, though, came citywards to dwell;
  “Then we,” the sparrows said, “must go as well.

  “Yes, we’re the birds to go, for all our brothers
    Would lose their songs in cities dark and crowdy;
  Their hearts would break; but we’re not like the others,
    We cannot sing, our coats are drab and dowdy;
  But we can chirp and chirp and chirp again;
  The people shan’t forget a country lane.”

  And so they came, and in all city-weathers
    They chirped a note of cheer to exiles weary;
  And still the sparrows chirp, for their brown feathers
    Hide now, as then, brave kindly hearts and cheery,
  Of lanes they’ve never seen nor lived among,
  Of country lanes they sing, the same old song.

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    “SIR ALBERT’S ELEVATION.—­’Up, Stanley, up!’—­Shakespeare (amended).”
    —­Sunday Pictorial.

Great SCOTT (WALTER)!

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    “Very attractive was the interior of the ——­ Hall, when the Misses
    ——­ entertained a large number of their friends at an enjoyable dance. 
    Everything was ‘conteur de pose.’”—­Australian Paper.

It is very clear they weren’t jazzing.

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[Illustration:  THE POST-WAR SPORTSMAN MAKES THE ACQUAINTANCE OF THE HUNTSMAN.]

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OUR BOOKING-OFFICE.

(By Mr. Punch’s Staff of Learned Clerks.)