MORE INTENSIVE PRODUCTION.
When first I learned to play the fool
In various (unaccepted) verses
There was, I found, one golden rule
For poets who would line their purses.
"If ye," it ran, "to wealth would mount,
For silk attire would change your tatters,
Mere quantity will never count;
Quality is the thing that matters."
Broadly this precept, too, was laid
On grosser forms of human labour;
E.g., on Jones's antique trade,
Or Brown, the sausage-man, his neighbour;
Until of late, throughout a land
Reeling from strikes and "reconstruction,"
A cry was heard on every hand,
A clamour for "Increased Production."
While "makers," then, gird on their might
And merchants buzz like bees in clover;
When Jones is sawing day and night
And Brown shows twice his last turnover;
Shall I not follow where they've led
And, at the Premier's invitation,
Double my output, Mr. Ed.?—
I look for your co-operation.
"'Oh, to be in England now that Noel's near.'
So, one might adapt one of Kipling's lines."—Indian Paper.
What do they know of Browning who only Kipling know?
"Lady wishes to travel in exquisite lingerie."—Daily Paper.
By all means; but why should she be content to wear an inferior quality when she is stationary?