TO A YOUNG SUB.

(By a late one.)

Sublime young Sir, so nuttily complacent,

So airy-poised upon thy rubbered feet,

The cynosure, no doubt, of all adjacent

Regard along that hit of Regent Street,

My thanks. In rather less than half a twinkling

Thy lofty air and high Olympian gaze

Have taught me that of which I had no inkling

Throughout my swashing military days.

I too (et ego in Arcadia vixi)—

I too have strolled like that in London town,

Demanding homage from the very bricks I

Pressed with my shoes of scintillating brown;

But never till I tried the fair corrective

Of seeing khaki from a civvy suit

Could I envisage in its true perspective

That common circumstance, a Second-Loot.

"The Hungarian Soviet Government has adopted a non-posthumous attitude."—Globe.

Host (to visitor just arrived). "GET YOUR OVERCOAT OFF QUICKLY, MAN; THEN HE'LL THINK YOU BELONG TO THE HOUSE!"