signed
for motorists by a Budapest tailor. But surely it is rather the
pedestrian who needs this armour?

***

Mr. W. MCDOUGALL declared in a lecture at the Royal Institution last
week that the cranial capacity of the savage was equal to that of the
average Oxford undergraduate. Cambridge has suspected this for years.

***

[Illustration: _First Urchin_. "See, 'err, a Aireoplane!"

_Second Urchin_. "Where?"

_First Urchin_. "See, There--that Loose Bit."]

***

"A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea."

"Hitherto more or less content
with a wet sea and a flowing
sail...."

_"Times" Literary Supplement._

It would be terrible if _The Times_ disapproved of the sea being wet.

***

"Multiply Your Income by 3.

L152 x 3 = L375

Think what you could do if you had three
times the income you have now."

_Advt. in "Church Times."_

Sums perhaps.

***

"Mr. R. G. Knowles, the famous comedian, is now out of danger,
and, acting on his doctor's orders, will start on Thursday for a
trip to the Argentine, He will be back in London before the end
of Barch."

_Liverpool Daily Post_.

Without that biserable cold, we hope.

***

Our Picturesque Language.

Extract from Japanese letter:--

"Our markets do not improve yet but as I working hard as twice
than last year our business do not much decay than other person,
which I am glad."

We share this gentleman's joy.

* * * * *

A COCKAIGNE OF DREAMS.

(Based on Sir ASTON WEBB's recent vision of what London might be
like in a hundred years' time_.)

Thanks to a gift of piercing sight
(Not far removed from that of MOSES),
Beyond the secular veil of night
I see a City crowned with light,
A London redolent of roses.

I note an air of morning prime,
As used by bards for their afflatus,
Recovered from the spacious time
Ere yet a triple coat of grime
Had blocked our breathing-apparatus.

Swept clean of smuts and chimney-stacks
Each roof becomes a blooming garden,
And there, reclining on its backs,
All day the jocund public slacks
As in the thymy glades of Arden.

On Thames's bosom, crystal-clear,
Glad urchins bob about like bladders;
The fly is cast from Wapping pier,
And over the Pool's pellucid weir
Salmon go leaping up their ladders.

I dre