"(e) To utilise any well, spring, or stream within their parish"....
I read no more. I had read enough. How any Parliament can ever have dared to insert such a monstrous section I cannot understand. But there it is. "Free trout-fishing!" Well—there ought to be someone on the Parish Council to defend the rights of property. I shall be the man.
Next Tuesday the Parish Meeting in the Voluntary Schoolroom at 7.30. It cannot fail to be an eventful night.
Room-attics.
["Madame Patti caught cold in a damp artist's room."—Weekly Paper.]
O moist, unpleasant artist, you were surely overbold When your rheum—(corrected spelling)—gave our nightingale a cold. When thermometers are falling you'll discover to your cost That a singer who has started damp is bound to be a "frost."
Not a Good Name.—It came out in the Harding-Cox divorce suit that "McNab" was the Scotch equivalent in hotel visitors' books for "Smith" or "Jones." It may be equivalent, but it isn't good for "McNab"; as where Smith and Jones might get off, the Scotchman would be "McNabb'd."