BOWLES WITHOUT A BIAS.

[With the author's congratulations to "Cap'n" Tommy Bowles on the appearance of his new quarterly review, The Candid, whose declared aim is "to deal with Public Affairs faithfully and frankly ... and without Party bias." Among its contents are articles on "The New Corruption: The Caucus and the Sale of Honours," and "An Opposition Impotent.">[

I know a man of simple mind,

Gamaliel Nibbs by name,

Whose early faith in human kind

Burned like a Vestal flame;

No wind of doubt that stirs the dust

Fluttered that bright and constant taper;

But oh, he had his dearest trust

Pinned to his daily paper.

Not once he paused awhile to ask

Whence was their wisdom caught

Who undertook the nightly task

Of shaping England's thought;

He pictured gods that drove the pen

Aloof on high Olympian levels,

And not a staff of haggard men

Hustled by printer's devils.

Then came a shock eight years ago:

The Rads, he thought, were dished;

The Tory Press had just to show

The People what it wished;

And yet, for all its wealth and size,

For all its mammoth circulations,

The country saw the Liberals rise

And sweep the polling-stations.

And, when the same sad case occurred

Twice in a single year,

Gamaliel, moulting like a bird,

Mislaid his lightsome cheer;

Yet, even so, he would not let

His confidence in all that's best rust

Until The Pall Mall went and set

Its teeth against "The Press Trust."

The writer dropped some dreadful hints

Of One whose sole decree

Governed the views of various prints

Not to be named by me;

He disapproved of paper rings;

In language almost rudely blunt he

Dilated on the puppet-strings

Pulled by a monstrous Bunty.

Our hero's faith grew sick and pale,

Yet was not all forlorn,

Till Mr. Maxse charged The Mail

With blowing Winston's horn;

And drew his axe and dyed it pink

With blood of Tories, blade to handle—

Blood of a Press that chose to blink

The late Marconi scandal.

This finished off Gamaliel Nibbs.

Beside his morning mess

No journal lies to-day: he jibs

At all the Party Press;

He counts it stuff for common souls,

And means to get his mind expanded

By sampling truths that Mr. Bowles

Embodies in The Candid.

Browsing on Tommy's fearless Tracts,

A strong and generous food,

He'll take his fill of meaty facts

Not to be lightly chewed:—

Corruption in the highest seats;

Impotence in the Opposition;

The Ship of State, with flapping sheets,

Moving to mere perdition.

A sovereign (net) for entrance fee—

And Nibbs is on the list

Of patrons who support a free

Impartial pessimist;

Yet shall his faith not wholly burst;

He shares, in common with his "Cap'n,"

The view that, when we reach the worst,

Then nothing worse can happen.

O. S.