at, some say he's bum."
"I'm strong for Blum," my friend replied;
"His pictures are so queer and pied.
I wouldn't change them if I could;
I'd rather have things queer than good."

I spoke of this, I spoke of that,
But everything was stale and flat.
Said I, "You once adored the chaste,
You used to have such perfect taste."
"Good taste," he wailed, "brings but distress,
'Tis an affliction, nothing less;
While those whose taste is punk and vile
Are happy all the blessed while."

"Oh, take a brace, old man!" said I.
"Let me prescribe a nip of rye,
And then we'll go to see a play;
I've two for Barrymore to-day."
"No, no," he groaned; "'twould be a bore,
With all respect to Barrymore."
Said I: "Then whither shall we go?"
Said he: "A moving picture show."

THE CORONATION

_Lang Syne._

Twas a holy mystery
In the days of chivalry.
More than pageant was the Rite
In the sight of clod and knight.
Sword and Scepter, Orb and Rod,
Faith in self and faith in God;
Oaths of Homage fiercely flung,
Faith in heart and faith in tongue;--
Gone the things that meaning gave
"With the old world to the grave."

1911.

Knightly faith was born to fade:
Now the Rite is masquerade.
Now a cockney paladin
Winds a penny horn of tin.
Where in reverence heads were bowed
Surges now a careless crowd;
"Muddied oafs" and "flanneled fools"
Jostle "Yanks" with camping stools;--
Gone the things that meaning gave
"With the old world to the grave."

SONS OF BATTLE

Let us have peace, and Thy blessing,
Lord of the Wind and the Rain,
When we shall cease from oppressing,
From all injustice refrain;
When we hate falsehood and spurn it;
When we are men among men.
Let us have peace when we earn it--
Never an hour till then.

Let us have rest in Thy garden,
Lord of the Rock and the Green,
When there is nothing to pardon,
When we are whitened and clean.
Purge us of skulking and treason,
Help us to put them away.
We shall have rest in Thy season;
Till then the heat of the fray.

Let us have peace in Thy pleasure,
Lord of the Cloud and the Sun;
Grant to us aeons of leisure
When the long battle is done.
Now we have onl