Our Decadent Poets.
Extract from an Indian's petition:—
"... to look after my old father, who leads sickly life, and is going from bad to verse every day."
"So far from Mr. Kameneff having had nothing to do with any realisation of jewels, he ... took plains to report it to his Government."—Daily Paper.
In fact, he took the necessary steppes.
"A privately owned aeroplane, flying from London to the Isle of Wight, descended in a field near Carnforth, seven miles north of Morecambe Bay. The propeller was broken, but the occupants, a lady and a gentleman, escaped with a shaking."—Daily Paper.
The real shock came when they found out where they were.