Volume 100 — TRACKS FOR THE TIMES.
Reading edition
[A Magistrate has just decided that the Police have a right to interfere with the growing practice of using the public roads of the Metropolis at night-time as running-grounds for athletes.]
I come from haunts of smoke and grime, I start in some blind alley, And race each night against Old Time Enthusiastically! I dodge past frightened City gents, And sometimes send them flying, Which makes them cherish sentiments Not wholly edifying. I wind about, and in and out, Along the crowded pavement, While here and there the mockers flout My costume and behavement. I slip, I slide, I flash, I flee Amid the teeming traffic, And drivers often use to me Idioms extremely graphic. I murmur when a Lawyer's view Absurdly tries to hinder My turning public roads into A private path of cinder. Yet still to "spurt," agile, alert, Shall be my one endeavour; For Cits may stare, and Jehus swear, But I run on for ever!
THE BLIZZARD.
MRS. SELDOM-FESTIVE "AT HOME" (AND THE BEST PLACE TOO!), MARCH 9, 1891.
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10 to 1 Nobody turns up.
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