Let me subscribe myself
A RUINED MAN.
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[Illustration: _Teacher._ "WHAT ARE ELEPHANTS TUSKS MADE OF?"
_Smart Boy._ "PLEASE, TEACHER, IT USED TO BE IVORY; BUT NOW IT'S GENERALLY
BONZOLINE."]
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A STORM IN A TEA-SHOP.
A NEW TALE OF A GRANDFATHER.
You ask me, Tommy, to tell you the really bravest deed
That was ever yet accomplished by one of the bull-dog breed,
And, although the hero was never so much as an O.B.E.,
I think I can safely pronounce it the bravest known to me.
It was not done in the trenches, nor yet in a submarine,
Mine-sweeper or battle-cruiser; it was not filmed on the screen;
For, though the man who performed it had three gold stripes on his
sleeve,
It happened in Nineteen-Twenty, when he was in town on leave.
He was strolling along the pavement, a pavement packed to the kerb,
When he felt a sudden craving for China's fragrant herb,
So he turned into a tea-shop--as he said, "like a silly fool"--
Which was patronised by the leaders of the ultra-Georgian school.
He ordered his tea and muffin, and, as he munched and sipped,
Strange scraps of conversation his errant fancy gripped,
Strange talk of form and metre, of "Wheels" and of SHERARD VINES,
And scorn of TENNYSON, BROWNING and SWINBURNE (of The Pines).
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