Volume 153 — SIGNS OF INNS.
Reading edition
The Herald lives in cloister grey; He lives by clerkly rules; He dreams in coats and colours gay, In argent, or and gules; He blazons knightly shield and banner In dim monastic hall, And in a grave and reverend manner He earns his bread withal. Were I a herald fair and fit So featly for to limn As though I'd learnt the lore of it Among the seraphim, I'd leave the schools to clerkly people And walk, as dawn begins, From steeple unto distant steeple, And paint the signs of inns. The Dragon, as I'd see him, is A loving beast and long, And oh, the Goat and Compasses, 'Twould fill my soul with song; The Bell, The Bull, The Rose and Rummer, Such themes should like me still At Yule, or when the heart of Summer Lies blue on vale and hill. Let others' blazonry find place Supported, scrolled with gold, A glowing dignity and grace On honoured walls and old; And let it likewise be attended In stately circumstance With mottos writ o' Latin splendid Or courtly words of France; But I would paint The Golden Tun And others to my mind, And mellow them in rain and sun, And hang them on the wind; And I would say, "My handcraft creaking On this autumnal gale Unto all wayfarers is speaking In praise of rest and ale." Then bless the man who puts a sign Above his wide door's beam, And bless the hop-root, fruit and vine, For still I dream my dream, Where, as the flushing East turns pinker And tardy day begins, I take the road like any tinker And paint the signs of inns.
"INSTANT DEMAND FOR WARNINGS.
"MAYORS OF LONDON MOVING."
Evening News.
They ought to set a better example.
"Certain people seem to have misread the statement last week that flour would be reduced 1s. 1½d. that flour would be reduced to 1s. 1½d. but that that that flour would be reduced to 1s. 11½d. but that amount or somewhere about it would be taken off the former price."—Rossendale Free Press.
There ought to be no misunderstanding after this.
"At such close quarters were attackers and attacked that to have used grenades would manifestly have been equally dangerous to both. So, after a brief pause to collect the means, our men began to pelt the Huns with bottles filled with water. Apparently the enemy thought this was some new form of 'frightfulness,' for they speedily threw down their arms and tossed up their hands."—Daily Telegraph.
Our contemporary, while rightly applauding the resourcefulness of our bombers, might have given the Germans credit for their remarkable feat of acrobacy.