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(TZING! BOOM! The lights go out.)
Oh, haste, life's a waste till you're based at the Sausage Farm,
Where the dog and the hog and the frog go arm-in-arm;
And the farm-yard bosses can all do Sosses;
The old man's crazy, and his poor Aunt Maisie,
Over this hit of bliss (have a kiss) at Sausage Farm.
(CLATTER! BUMP! The walls begin to crack.)
_Come a-quick, you'll be sick if you miss that Sausage Roll,_
_For the cow does it now and the cat we can't contro-ol,_
_And I heard as she purred, "Oh, I've found my kittens,_
_You could bet they'd get with the best-born Britons,_
_For they're all at the Ball in the Soss-Soss-Sausage Roll."_
(CRASH! BANG! The roof falls in.)
A.P.H.
* * * * *
A TALL ORDER.
"SHANGHAI MUNICIPAL COUNCIL POLICE FORCE.--Police recruits are
now required. Applicants must be unmarried, of good physique,
with sound teeth, about 20 to 25 years of age, not less than
57 ft. 10 in. in height."--_Weekly Paper_.
* * * * *
"Lloyd's agent at Chriseiansund telegraphs that
wreckage marked 'Wilson Line' drifted ashore near
Switzerland.
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