And, what is more, we've got the Man;
With WINSTON riding in the van
I do not think there's any doubt
That we shall put the foe to rout,
And, scorning peace by compromise,
Annihilate the warble-flies.

In tranquil peace the gentle beeves
Shall chew their cud through summer eves;
No more shall that alarming warble
Affright the calm of heifer or bull,
And send them snorting round the croft
With eyes of fear and tails aloft.
Till every warble-fly be floored
Whitehall will _never_ sheathe the sword.

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The Growth of Impropriety.

"Her hair is always exquisitely dressed, and her shoes in perfect
shape. No more in the way of dress is required of any woman."

_Daily Mirror._

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"PROPOSED IMPROVEMENT OF A DANGEROUS CORONER."

_Headline in Provincial Paper._