THE NEGLECTED PROBLEM.
O dear and delectable journal that daily
Appeasest my hungering mind
With items recounted or gravely or gaily
Of doings at Margate, Mayfair or Old Bailey,
Or paragraphs rare and refined
On "Who will the forthcoming cinema star be?"
"What horse to support with your shirt for the Derby;"
"How much will the next price of beer at the bar be?"
"Are halibuts blind?"
A question arises I prithee examine
And ponder the pull that it has
Over headings like "Foch and Parisian Gamine,"
"Are Bolshevists really believers in Famine?"
Or "Vocalist Lynched at La Paz."
I look for it oft and in vain and say, "Blow it!
There must be an answer and England should know it."
Here, then, is the problem that's haunting the poet:
Does Germany Jazz?
"William Henry ——, aged 110, fell off a tree whilst out playing with other boys and broke his right leg."—Provincial Paper.
We hope it will be a lesson to him for the rest of his life.
Gentle Creature (who fancies she has heard the customary sound of her cat tapping at the window to be let in). "NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY ADOLPHUS! COME IN AT ONCE, LIKE A GOOD BOY!"