It is said that Amundsen will not return to civilisation this year. If he was thinking of Ireland he isn't missing any civilisation worth mentioning.
"The Poet Laureate," says a weekly paper, "has not written an ode to British weather." So that can't be the cause of it.
A Wolverhampton man weighing seventeen stone, in charging another with assault, said he heard somebody laughing at him, so he looked round. A man of that weight naturally would.
"There is work for everybody who likes to work," says Mr. N. Grattan Doyle, M.P. It is this tactless way of rubbing it in which annoys so many people.
A contemporary has a letter from a correspondent who signs himself "Tube Traveller of Twenty Years' Standing." Somebody ought to offer the poor fellow a seat.