Wee Donald Angus. "Please, Sirr, what time wull it be?"
Literal Gentleman. "When?"
LUCERNE.
O, every dog must have its day
And ev'ry town its turn;
For fair is fair ... and, anyway,
Let's talk about Lucerne.
Lucerne is in Switzerland, and I am in Lucerne. The moment I heard that Mr. Lloyd George was coming to Lucerne I felt that a new importance was added to Switzerland, to Lucerne, to me and, if I may say so, to Mr. Lloyd George. But I felt that, if I didn't do something about it, Lucerne and Mr. Lloyd George would get away with all the credit and my part in the affair would be overlooked.
The question arose as to what to call that "something"? After a great deal of thought I decided to try you with a short and simple "Lucerne," one of my reasons being that, if you get down to the hard facts, there is no such place.