A TOAST.
Hail to the Bard, the simple Bard,
Who wrote the little song,
And to his Muse, who laboured hard
To help the work along.
Health to the Candid Friend also
Who had his word to say,
And to the kindly G.P.O.
That sped it on its way.
A blessing on the Editor
Who let it see the light;
Likewise the patient Printer, for
He got the colons right;
Here's to the "sub," whose special line
Was spacing it to fit,
And to the cheery Philistine
Who lit his pipe with it.
An Empire Day Essay.
"Dear Teacher,—On Empire day we had a holiday. I had a flag on Frideday. On Fridday I was very happy, was you Teacher when we had a holiday."
"The King has conferred the Grand Cross of the Victorian Order on M. Doumergue, the Premier of France."
And The Sydney Sun heads this "Horrors in France." The Victorian Order, however, is not really so dangerous as that.