"Rod Iron Red Mail Bird, year old; good breed; 16s."
—Provincial Paper.
We fancy it must be an armour-clad rooster of this species that, crossed with a Plymouth Rock, was responsible for the reinforced-concrete chicken that we met at dinner the other night.
"When once the exchanges of the world have righted themselves—and that is bound to come about sooner or later—then will follow such a reaction in the trade of the country that will exceed the expectations of the most sanguinary optimist."
—Trade Paper.
We think this must be intended as a hit at Trotsky.
NEW RHYMES FOR OLD CHILDREN.
The Oyster.
The oyster takes no exercise;
I don't believe she really tries;