Volume 147 — THE VIKING SPIRIT.
Reading edition
["The week-end was dull and much rain fell, but this did not spoil the visitors' pleasure. The sight of the sea in a turbulent mood was a great attraction."—Seaside note in daily paper.]
It has rained for a week down at Shrimpton; 'Tis zero or less in the shade; You can paddle your feet in the principal street And bathe on the stony parade; But still on our holiday pleasures No thoughts of discomfort intrude, As we whisper, "This sight is a bit of all right," For the sea's in a turbulent mood. There's nobody harks to the pierrots; For music we don't care a straw; And the "comic" in vain chants the usual strain Concerning his mother-in-law. Unbought are the beach's bananas; Our souls are all far above food; Not a man of us dreams of consuming ice-creams When the sea's in a turbulent mood. You may prate of the fervour of Phoebus Of days that are calm and serene, When a tint as of teak is imposed on the cheek That is commonly pallid (when clean); But we have a taste that's æsthetic; Mere sunshine seems vulgar and crude, As we gather to gaze with artistic amaze On the sea in a turbulent mood.
The Beekeepers' Record, referring to the photograph of a group of prominent beekeepers, says:—"Mr. Dadant's well-known features are easily spotted." We are sorry, but a little cold cream will sometimes do wonders.