"At the turn there was another dug-out. ''Ave a banana?' I yells, and out come ten of 'em, cryin' for mercy. I took 'em back to what we calls Petticoat Lane and 'ands 'em over and come up again. But I didn't get no more barrow-work that day, and my D.C.M. was for them prisoners right enough. So now you see what I feels like about the fruit business. It's like an old pal bein' done in."
"I shouldn't worry too much about it," I said. "You've each had a bit of a knock-out; but you'll soon be on your legs again, and so will your barrow, and going strong, both of you."
SCOTLAND YET.
[Dr. GEORG BIEDENKAPP, writing in the Münchner Neueste Nachrichten, says that if you examine any famous "Englishman" you find that he really comes from Scotland, to which country he assigns a place with Suabia, Thuringia, and the Hartz Mountains as "a cradle of Kultur and a fountain of first-class genius.">[
Man Sandy, here's a German Hun
Wha thinks he's on a track
That nane hae trodden, having fun'
A new an' stairtlin' fac';
A' English thocht he doots is nocht,