"BUT YOU MUST, BOBBY. COME ALONG AT ONCE."
"ALL RIGHT, THEN. I SHALL PRAY FOR THE GERMANS."
SONGS OF FOOD PRODUCTION.
III.
Tub-swill, tub-swill! have you any tub-swill?
I will send my footman to fetch it, if I may;
For I'm hoping all the restaurants and all the nicest clubs will
Give me broken victuals, if I send for them each day;
In the Park, in Piccadilly,