Good news for the local pussies.

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"The first annual dinner of the ---- Club was held in the Club
Rooms on Saturday evening, a large number sitting down to an
excellent coal collation."--_Local Paper._

Surely a little extravagant in these times.

=THE POET LAUREATE AND HIS GERMAN FRIENDS.=

"Prisoners to a foe inhuman, Oh, but our hearts rebel;
Defenceless victims ye are, in claws of spite a prey.
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Nor trouble we just Heaven that quick revenge be done
On Satan's chamberlains highseated in Berlin;
Their reek floats round the world on all lands neath the sun:
Tho' in craven Germany was no man found, not one
With spirit enough to cry Shame!--Nay but on such sin
Follows Perdition eternal ... and it has begun."

_The POET LAUREATE, in "The Times," November 4th, 1918._

"The letter [of reconciliation from Oxford Professors, etc., 'to
their fellows in Germany'] is written ... with the recognition
that we have both of us been provoked to 'animosities' which we
desire to put aside ... The commonest objection was that the
action was 'premature'--my own feeling being that of shame