Volume 150 — THE BOBBERY PACK.
Reading edition
Andy Hartigan's dead and gone Over the hills and further yet, But he drank good port and his red face shone Like a cider apple of Somerset. Ten strange couples o' hounds he had (Gaunt old brutes that had hunted fox Back in the days when Noah was a lad), Touched in the bellows and gone at the hocks— Hounds he'd stole from a Harrier pack, Hounds he'd borrowed an' begged an' found, Grey an' yellow an' tan an' black, Every conceivable kind o' hound. He called them "harriers," and a few Were harriers—back when the world began— But they weren't particular where they drew An' they weren't particular what they ran. I mind him once of a bygone morn Ruddy an' round on his flea-bit horse, Twangin' a note on his battered horn An' cappin' them into the Frenchman gorse. They pushed a brown hare out of her form An' swung on her line with a crash of tongues; But a vixen crossed an' her scent was warm, So they ran her, screechin' to burst their lungs. They ran her into my lord's demesne, Where my lady's fallows were grazing free; They picked a stag and followed again, Singing like souls in ecstasy. They chased the stag up over the ridge With lolling tongues an' with heaving flanks; They lost him down by the Cluddlah bridge, But killed an otter on Cluddlah's banks. They had no shape an' they had no style; Their manners were bad an' their morals slack; They were noisy, but wonderful versatile, Andy Hartigan's bobbery pack.
High (Explosive) Finance.
"The issuing of premium bombs, whilst not, strictly speaking, a lottery or gamble, would give such people what they ask for, and that is a chance to get something unusual and tempting."
Evening Paper.
Unusual, certainly; but tempting?
A War-Menu.
"Girls experienced Wanted to feed on Wharfdale machines."
Nottingham Evening Post.
"Broadwoodwidger.—A new pipe organ has been installed at the parish church. A recital was given by the Rev. C. B. Walters, of Stokeclimsland, while a sermon was preached by the Rev. Canon Lewis, of Launceston."—Provincial Paper.
The Broadwoodwidger example deserves imitation. Some sermons would be much more tolerable if they had a musical accompaniment.
"A mere automatic raising of the Income Tax strikes indiscriminately at the just and the unjust; it is just as likely to cripple the man who is supporting and educating a large family sybarite."
Evening Paper.
And a very good thing too. For ourselves, we have always discouraged the growth of these bulky profligates in the domestic circle.
Lady (meeting small acquaintance). "Hullo, Ethel, so you've started one of those things?"
Ethel. "Yes, we're all having to come to them. Rather a drop-down after the Rolls-Royce, but—war-time, you know."