IN THE PARK.
(Souvent femme varie.)
Little girls in June attire,
Grumbling to your governesses,
What is it that you desire—
Chocolates or satin dresses,
Jewels, or a tiny hound,
All your own, to drag around?
Governesses who betray
Little love for your employment,
If a fairy bade you say
What would give you most enjoyment,
Would your fancy not pursue
Unsubstantial shadows too?
"Fleeting joys have little use"—
So, as teachers, you endeavour
In your charges to induce
Virtues which will last for ever;
But, as women, you resent
Anything so permanent!
"A half followed, which made Vardon dormy 3, and another half at the 16th, where he made a brilliant recovery after he had hit a spectator, gave him the match by 3 and 2."
Times.
The recovery of the spectator wouldn't matter so much.
"A man who gave the name of James DewTJnamedhiskmhmhfr mhafr awdih acsih frdw hurst was remanded at Doncaster to-day charged with attempting to pass a worthless cheque for 30s."—Liverpool Express.
As soon as the cashier saw the first eighteen inches of the name at the bottom of the cheque he had his suspicions.
