Mr. Elder MacNab. "Wha-at, Man, gie up Gowf?"
Mr. Meenister MacGlucky. "Nae, nae! Gie up the Meenistry!"
A PSALM OF (HOLIDAY) LIFE.
What the heart of the Small Boy said to the Dyspeptic Pessimist.
Tell me not, in Christmas Numbers,
Yule is a dyspeptic dream,
A tradition that but cumbers
What smugs call "the social scheme."
Yule is jolly, Yule is earnest!