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_RECOLLECTIONS_
is now showing at all Libraries. He
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PEOPLE I HAVE MET AND
WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM,
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DER TAG ONCE MORE.

["One hundred Diplomatists' Writing Tables, Cupboards, etc.,
for immediate delivery.--Office Furniture Manufacturers, ----
and Co., ----, Berlin."--_The Times "Business Opportunities"
column._]

Lightly loose the silken cable,
Swell, ye sails, by zephyrs kissed,
Bearing me the walnut table
Thumped by BETHMANN-HOLLWEG'S fist;
Steering, not by course erratic,
Safe to the appointed wharf,
Bring, O bark, the diplomatic
Kneehole desk of LUDENDORFF.

Softly now, ye dockers, pardie,
Cease your wrangling for a bit,
Dump the seat whereon BERNHARDI
Bowed his dreadful form to sit;
Make no scratch however tiny
When the circling crane-arm sags
On the chair that rendered shiny
HINDENBURG'S enormous bags.

Blotting-papered, india-rubbered,
Good as new, with pencils piled,
Bring me the immortal cupboard
Where the Hymn of Hate was filed;
Who can say how oft, when brisker
Beat the heart behind his ribs,
TIRPITZ wiped upon a whisker
Pensively these part-worn nibs?

Here are _Kultur's_ very presses,
Calendars that marked The Day,
MAX VON BADEN'S ink-recesses,
DERNBERG'S correspondence-tray;
Gone the imperial years, and cooler
Counsels on the Spree are planned,
Still one may acquire the ruler
Toyed with by a War Lord's hand.

Waft them then, ye winds, let Fritz's
Office furniture be mine;
Each one of these priceless bits is
Salvage from a Junker shrine;