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قراءة كتاب Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 158, April 14, 1920
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Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 158, April 14, 1920
visitors are requested not to go too near the Fellows.
"The French army," says the Berliner Tageblatt, "will soon be all over." It does not say what; but if our late enemy continues the violation of the Peace Treaty the missing word should be "Germany."
Birds, says The Times, are nesting in the plane-trees of Printing House Square. Some of the fledglings, we are informed, are already learning to whistle the familiar Northcliffe air, "Lloyd George Must Go," quite distinctly.
The National Portrait Gallery, occupied by the War Office since 1914, has just been reopened. The rumour that a Brigadier-General who had eluded all attempts to evacuate him was still hanging about disguised as a portrait of Mrs. Siddons attracted a large attendance.
The Corporation of Waterford has refused to recognise "Summer" time. One gathers that it is still the winter of their discontent down there.
Sinn Feiners are now asking for the abolition of the Royal Irish Constabulary, and it is feared that, unless their request is granted, they may resort to violence.
"Though the material, Sir, is somewhat more expensive, the leather brace has the great advantage that it lasts for ever; and, moreover, when it wears out it makes an excellent razor-strop."
"Mrs. —— Requires useful Ladies' Maid, for Bath and country; only ex-soldier or sailor need apply."—Provincial Paper.
A job that will obviously need a man of proved courage.
WISDOM UP TO DATE—12TH EDITION.
[The Times has announced, in two consecutive issues, that Mr. Hugh Chisholm has retired from the control of its financial columns in order to resume his editorship of the Encyclopædia Britannica. One seems here to catch a faint echo of the proprietary booming of the 10th Edition by The Times and Mr. Hooper. The present publishers are the Cambridge University Press.]
It is a common object of remark
How many things in life are periodic,
Some punctual (like the nesting of the lark,
Or Derby-day), and others more spasmodic,
Recurring loosely when the hour is ripe;
And here I sing a sample of the latter type.
Nine years have coursed with their accustomed speed
Since England hailed its previous apparition,
Since every man and woman who could read,
Wanting the nearest way to erudition,
Bought as an ornament of her (or his) home
The monumental masterpiece of Mr. Chisholm.
Much has occurred meanwhile of new and strange;
E.g., in matters purely scientific
Great Thinkers, eager to enlarge our range,
Have (on the lethal side) been most prolific;
Ten tomes would scarce contain what might be said on
Their contributions to the recent Armageddon.
What wonder if the Editor forsakes
The conduct of The Times' financial pages?
An even weightier task he undertakes
Than to report on bullion; he engages
To let us know, by 1922,
All things (or more) that anybody ever knew.
Why should he care if Oil-cakes fall or jump?
He has the Total

