Name! Name!—No name has been announced for the new daily paper projected by Mr. Stead. In view of the plan frankly set forth in the prospectus, whereby one hundred thousand persons are to subscribe the capital, and if the venture proves a success the enterprising editor is to have the option of acquiring the property, a suitable title would be, Heads-I-Win-Tails-You-Lose. It is a little long, perhaps; but it precisely describes the relative positions, and you can't—at least some people can't—have everything.
Dramatic Recipe (from the Queen's Cookery Book).—First catch your Hare.
THE DARK CONTINENT IN TWO LIGHTS.
Scene—A conquered country. Time—The Past. Conquerors (colonists) panting after their hard work in defeating the natives. Enter an Official. The remaining members of the Colonial Band sing the National Anthem.
Official. I congratulate you upon your success. The more especially as you have gained it without the assistance of the Imperial power. (The Colonists indulge in feeble cheers.) But now my turn has arrived. In the name of the Sovereign I claim this land for England!
[Plants the British Flag. Curtain.
Scene—As before. Time—The Present. Conquerors (colonists) smoking after the pleasant toil of mowing down the natives. Enter an Official. The Colonial Band (in its entirety) takes no notice.