9. Whether, for the next International Yacht Race, the tailors should enter a cutter?
Good Badminton.—Among the contents of Longman's Badminton Magazine is an article by the Markiss o' Granby on Grouse; Susan, not Black-eyed nor Rebellious, but Countess of Malmesbury, writes cleverly on her perch, and on the matter of salmon the Countess would count for a lot in any ex-salmonation. Lord Onslow on slow and on quick bicycling; capital. C. B. Fry, not one of the Small Fry, gives his ideal of a cricketing day, which is to be known as a "Fry-day." Then who is it writes a florid account of fishing in Florida? O'tis Mygatt. The question of "What's on at Newmarket?" is pleasantly answered by Alfred Wats-on at Newmarket. On "Old Sporting Prints," Peek writes with point. And on "The Alpine 'Distress Signal' Scheme" there is a paper by C. T. Dent, who has been, more or less, a Re-si-dent on the spot, as this in-denture witnesseth.
"To the Rank of Major-General have risen!"—Critic. From a paragraph in last week's Truth we extract the following:—"Another scandalous 'selection' job has just been perpetrated at the War Office. Colonel Trotter, who has been promoted to the rank of major-general, has seen no war service, and has no professional claims whatever upon the authorities." If this information be correct, the colonel should be remembered by the distinctly Dickensian title of "Job" Trotter.
THE LAST KNIGHT OF THE SEASON.
On Monday, July 29, Sir Augustus Harris, bidding farewell to a typical '95 Covent Garden audience (house crowded in every part), seized the opportunity to present one of his lightning conductors with a "bâton of honour." In a spontaneous speech, Druriolanus declared that Signor Mancinelli had "worked like a Trojan," and the announcement was received with sympathetic applause. Still, it was thought possible by those present that the pleasant and prosperous impresario was in search of something that he had seemingly lost—"a little poem of his own." We have no hesitation in publishing the following lines, entitled Sans Adieu, found in the neighbourhood of the C. G. orchestra. If they are not from the pen of Druriolanus, they ought to have been:—
Not farewell, my Mancinelli!
Mancinelli, au revoir!
As harmonious fratelli
We shall meet again! Espoir!
Take, oh take this shining bâton.
You're a marvel! O, si sic!
When you've got it, with your hat on.
En vacance you'll cut your stick.
You will wave it, you will wield it
Always, my conductor prime,
Never up again you'll yield it,
Ever living to beat time!
Grasp it, use it, Mancinelli!
Highest praise to you is due!
With it beat Old Time to jelly,
Till Conductor Time beats you!