RHYMES OF THE TIMES.
There was an old man with otitis
Who was told it was chronic arthritis;
On the sixth operation,
Without hesitation
They said that he died of phlebitis.
A school just assembled for Prep.
Were warned of an imminent Zepp,
But they said, "What a lark!
Now we're all in the dark
So we shan't have to learn any Rep."
Mr. BREX, with the forename of TWELLS,
Against all the bishops rebels,
And so fiercely upbraids
Their remarks on air-raids
That he rouses the envy of WELLS.
The American miracle, FORD,
By pacificists once was adored;
Now their fury he raises
By winning the praises
Of England's great super-war-lord.
"Wanted—a Pair of Lady's Riding Boots, black or brown, size of foot 4, diam. of calf 14 inches."—Statesman (Calcutta).
Great Diana!
"WANTED—Late Model, 5-passenger McLaughlin, Hudson, Paige, or Cadillac car, in exchange for 5-crypt family de luxe section, value $1,500, in Forest Lawn, Mausoleum."—Toronto Daily Star.
With some difficulty we refrain from reviving the old joke about the quick and the dead.