Volume 153 — SAUCE FOR THE GOOSE.
Reading edition
["The plain truth is that there are very few jobs that could not be done by women as well as they are being done by men."—Daily Paper.]
Chloe, in the placid days Ere the war-clouds gathered, I was prodigal in praise Of your charm and winning ways; You became a cult, a craze (Heavens, how I blathered!); With an ardour undismayed and treacly I proposed (without success) bi-weekly. Now, my dear, it's up to you To become the hero; Show us how a man should woo When he wills to win, and do Teach us how to bill and coo With our hopes at zero. Chloe, for a change (it may amuse you), You propose to me—and I'll refuse you.
From an auction catalogue:—
"PRINCESS, Brown Mare, 7 years, 15-3, has been ridden by a nervous person, good manners, trained to the High School, Hant-le-Cole."
Haute Êcole manners are usually of the best and we are glad that Hant-le-Cole, which we have been unable to find on the map, provides no exception.
A MISFIT.
Recruit
. "IT'S NO USE, GUV'NOR. I 'ATES AN' DETESTS 'ORSES, AN' THEY FAIR LOATHES ME. IT'S A HENGINE-DRIVER I AM—NOT AN 'ORSE-DRIVER."