Addition To Magistrate's Decision.—Professor to be henceforth entitled "Il Ré Galantuomo." Who? Ray! Hooray!
SCRAPS FROM CHAPS.—A Spirit Licence.—At the Limerick Quarter Sessions, a landlord at Loughgur sought a new licence for his inn.
The applicant stated that he intended to keep a boat there for the convenience of tourists.
His Honour—What are the features of antiquity there?
The Applicant—there are old castles and ruins.
Mr. Lowndes—And the White Knight of Desmond crosses the lake once every five or ten years.
His Honour—And he is only seen by your patrols. (Laughter.) If this licence were granted, I suppose the White Knight would cross the lake every night! (Laughter.)
Of course he would! A phantom in a boat, if properly advertised, would probably "draw" the Saxon tourist in his hundreds. Here is a chance for the Psychical Research Society.
WOODMAN, SPARE NOT THAT TREE!
(Song of the Suburban tree-slaughtering savage, whose axe and saw and cord are rapidly making umbrageous neighbourhoods hideous.)
Woodman, spare not that tree!
Leave not a single bough!