"So long!" they say. "Take care of
yourself."
"You bet!" he replies. "But the question is, Shall I be allowed to?
What price the Hun?" And with a "So long, all!" he is gone.
All over London, in the big towns all over Great Britain, are these
triumphant progresses going on.
* * * * *
"Wanted, a good Private Wash; good drying
place."--_High Peak News_.
We respect the advertiser's dislike of publicity.
* * * * *
"JONG."
_(Lines suggested by an Australian aboriginal
place-name commonly known by its last syllable.)_
Fine names are found upon the map--
Kanturk and Chirk and Cong,
Grogtown and Giggleswick and Shap,
Chowbent and Chittagong;
But other places, less renowned,
In richer euphony abound
Than the familiar throng;
For instance, there is Beeyah-byyah-bunniga-nelliga-jong.
In childhood's days I took delight
In LEAR'S immortal Dong,
Whose nose was luminously bright,
Who sang a silvery song.
He did not terrify the birds
With strange and unpropitious words
Of double-edged _ontong_;
I'm sure he hailed from Beeyah-byyah-bunniga-nelliga-jong.
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