In Walpole's time, not over nice,
Each man was said to have his price;
We've changed since then;
For, if my daughter's word is fact,
The world to-day is simply packed
With "priceless" men.
Journalistic Candour.
"When a court-martial was opened for the trial of two sergeants at Woolwich yesterday one of the officers questioned the right of a reporter to be present.... The reporter was told to leave, which he did, after protesting that an official shorthand note was an entirely different thing from a newspaper report."—Daily Chronicle.
A LETTER TO THE FRONT.
Mrs. Jeremy looked up from her knitting. "I want you to do something for me," she said to her husband.
"Anything except sing," said Jeremy lazily.
"It's just to write a letter."