A TRUST TO BE TRUSTED.
[It is proposed to form a "Trust for the Preservation of Beautiful or Historical Places.">[
"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever!" Nay Keats, sweet bard, earnest you were, and clever; But "Things of Beauty" will not long be "joys" If left to jerry-builders, cads, and boys; And 'Arry's knife, and the fern-digger's trowel, Used to disfigure and to disembowel Art's masterpieces and dear Nature's charms, Will work on Beauty's world destructive harms. Sacred to silence, that the still monk's sandal Brake only, spots there are the vulgar Vandal And trampling Cockney Goth would quickly mar More than the devastating tread of war. Such to preserve, with all their winning beauties, Is surely Civilisation's first of duties,— Preserve from ravage of the rash cheap-tripper, Or wanton blade of 'Arry the cheek-chipper And nose-disfigurer, with his Poll or 'Tilder, Or wreckage of the Speculative Builder. So Punch, the beauty-loving, thoughtful, just, Wishes success to the new Beauty Trust!
ENHANCED VALUE.
'Arry. "What sort of a Job's that you've got at Babel Buildings, Alf?"
Alf. "Jolly 'ard; all the Messages and Parcels from the top of the 'Ouse to the Basement go through me; and I'm only getting Thirty Bob a Week!"
'Arry. "Tell yer what, old Man, you'd command double the Money if you was fitted up with a Lift and a Speakin' tube!"