Volume 93 — CHANNEL TALK.
Reading edition
(Echoes from the Naval Manœuvres.)
Any Port in a Storm.
"What they're at I can't guess," Observes Dungeness, "Then the plan you've not read," Responds Beachy Head, "Fremantle went right on: I saw him," says Brighton, "Oh, that's all my eye!" Ejaculates Rye, "Well, he came down my way," Remarks Pegwell Bay, "Yes, and Hewett's his target; That's quite clear," adds Margate, "It seems silly to me," Sneers Westgate-on-Sea, "Humph! I think it quite real: That I do!" replies Deal, "And they think so on shore," Says the Light at the Nore, "Well, now it's all over, Thank goodness!" says Dover.
A Note full of Gaiety.—Loyal Love, the new piece at the Gaiety, requires a little compression. If the Authoress would only reduce it to one Act, and have that single scene supplied with a few catchy songs, there really is no reason why it should not serve some day as a very effective lever de rideauat the Savoy, as a capital foil to a Comic Opera. For the rest, Mrs. Basil Potter has greatly improved, Mr. Willard is (as usual) excellent, but the remainder of the company are unimportant. Scenery good, and dresses adequate.
"ZINGS VUN VOOT RÂHZER HAF LEFT OONZET!"
Herr Wohlgemuth. "Ach, ya! You must haf hat a ferry coot Master! Your Foice has lastetso vunderfolly long!"