TREASURES IN STORE.
He is a great man in the Pantomime world. As he rose from his roll-top desk with the evident intention of kicking me, I hastened to explain that I was only a harmless reporter come to look at some of the new lyrics.
"Ah," said he, "that alters the case. I thought you were another topical songster. Now here's a clever little piece about the Navy."
I stretched out my hand for it.
"No," he said. "So much depends on intelligent expression and emphasis that I'd better read it to you. I think of calling this one 'The Battle of the Brine.'
"The seas roll high, and the smoke around does hang,
And the Dreadnoughts steam along in line;
The big guns boom and the little fellows bang,
And the shells go bumping in the brine!