"Tinned Dinners."
À propos of an interesting article in the Daily Telegraph last Thursday on this subject, the problem that most naturally suggests itself is, "How about the dinner, if you haven't any tin?" "No Song, No Supper" is pleasantly alliterative, but is not of universal application. "No tin, no dinner," may pass into a proverb, but, anyhow, it's a fact.
"Ah!" exclaimed our dear old Mrs. R., "I'm fond of high-class music. For many years I've heard my musical friends talking about 'Shoolbred's Unfinished Symphony.' Why doesn't he get it finished? When was it ordered? But there—I know geniuses are always unpunctual."
THE INEVITABLE.
(As Illustrated by recent Political, Social, and other Public "Functions.")
Say you'd get up an "Inaugural Meeting,"
Anything "forming," or Anyone "greeting,"
If you'd have guests in their tankards their nose bury,
Ruddy with mirth, you must put up Lord Rosebery.
If facts and statistics your minds you will task with,
He must be followed—of course—by young Asquith.
Q.C. and canny Earl, Earl and 'cute Q.C., gents!
There you've your "Popular Programme" in nuce, gents!