anding for protection--at any rate till the procession was over.
On they went, each of the twenty leaders in front explaining how SHE had
led the movement to triumph. On the top of the fire-engine Mrs. Drummit
danced a futurist dance, symbolic of the subjection of man. At last they
reached the portals of the House. The leaders broke into a run to secure
front places on the Government benches.
"Stop," cried a police superintendent, rushing from the building.
"The days of man's tyranny are over!" shouted twenty voices together.
"Maybe," said the police superintendent, "but some of 'em are catching up
to you. They've dynamited the Houses of Parliament, and if you go inside
you'll pop like roasted chestnuts."
And as they watched the flame the leaders realised the sad fact that they
had not left a building standing in London roomy enough for a Parliament.
* * * * *
Commercial Candour.
"---- Tooth Brushes are so constructed that the bristles get right
into the smallest crevices of the teeth. Moreover the bristles
positively won't come out."--_Advt. in "London Opinion."_
That has sometimes been our bitter experience.
* * * * *
The Choir Inaudible.
"The chorus gave ample evidence of having made great strides since
their last appearance in public, all the items for which they were
responsible being well sustained and rendered in first-class style.
Special mention should be made, however, of their rendering of 'A
Spring Song,' which was given in quite a professional manner, the
chorus dispensing with both music and words, and the audience evinced
their appreciation of this really fine effort by long continued
applause, to which the chorus responded by repeating it."
_Avalon Independent._
There would probably be no words to the applause and very little music; so
the chorus could easily repeat it.
* * * * *
[Illustration: GIFT FOR GIFT.
GENERAL BOTHA. "WELL, I SUPPOSE ONE GOOD TURN DESERVES ANOTHER; WE MUST
GIVE HIM A WARM RECEPTION."]
* * * * *
[Illustration: THE BRUTE AGAIN.
_Weary Hostess._ "YES, I'VE BEEN HAVING SUCH TROUBLE WITH BABY. EVERY NIGHT
I HAVE TO GET UP ABOUT TWENTY TIMES, GETTING HIS THINGS----"
_Visitor._ "WHY DON'T YOU MAKE YOUR HUSBAND DO SOMETHING?"
_Hostess._ "OH, I DAREN'T WAKE MY H
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