The up-to-date song-writer, says a musical journal, must strike a sad and soulful note this season. We are already engaged in writing "The Scotsman’s Farewell to his Corkscrew."
A theatrical writer informs us that The Laughing Husband will be revived this year. Not in our suburb, unless the cost of living drops considerably.
Betty. "Grandma, I know my twelve times."
Grandma. "Do you, dear? Well, what are twelve times thirteen?"
Betty. "Don’t be silly, Grandma. There isn’t such a thing."