THE-SONG OF ENGLAND’S SUBJECTS.

Hawke's Bay Tribune, Volume I, Issue 87, 25 March 1911, Page 4 (Supplement)

THE-SONG OF ENGLAND’S SUBJECTS.

(By I .ucy Murray, Christchurch.)

Wo will sing of the land where bellbirds soar, Where the flaming red ratas bloom: OT the shore where the golden wattles wave: Of the acres of sturdy Broom. Wc will sing of the circling sapphire seas. And the triumphs they’re murmuring: Of the breadth of fair England's vast . domains: Of the Great White English King!

We will sing of our gallant hero lads With the hearts that were true till death, With the arms that were strong for gleaming swords Till tho life-blood flowed fast beneath f We will sing' of the babes, at play this hour. Who may grow, as Old Time takes wing, Te be guards of fair England’s vast domains. For the Great, White English King!

We will sing ol that Isle o'er ocean's wave Which our fathers have loved so well; We will sing of the bluff firm British men; Of the loyalty no song can tell We will sing of that Flag which never floats Save where freedom and blessing ring; Of the Ix>rd of fair England’s vastdomains— Of our Great, White English King! SCISSOR-ING EXPENSES Bills, bills, bills!” cried the distracted man. ’Thev come morning, afternoon. and night. But what doesnt mire is the money to pay them with. “Never mind, dear, ’ said his wire sweetly, as she pirouetted before the mirror in a new fifteen-guinea hat. I expect it’ll turn up.” . "You women seem to thmk mevney turns up as easily as a handle turns round!" growled the harassed hubby. • But it doesn't. Look Iw-ro, Julia.” he a Ided firmly, ‘ you and I have got to economise!” . . , Julia stopped pirouetting, and looked serious. “How, dear’-” she asked. “X\e need rvervthing we have.” “Nonsense! We can sure.y, each ot ns make one small sacrifice. 1 For instance, in future, I shall shave myself. Now, what wi'l you do?” She considered for a mon-ent. Then she exclaimed: , . “I know, dear! I’ll cut your hair! MORE SPEED, Ies? HASTE. “Drive like the deuce!” shouted Smith, springing into the taxi. With a lurch, tho car darted forward, and away they went like lightring through the gathering fog. Crash! They took off the wheel of a pairing waggon. Hi, hi! They missed flattening cut a small child by twoninths of a hair. Clang! They upset ii milkcart. People shouted, constables impotently held up their hands, as the taxi dashed up one street ami down another, taking corners on two wheels, and threaten ng every lamp-post with destruction At last, after half an hour's furious racing, they slowed up. in a narrow Hhoronghftire. and Smith poked his head ant of the window. •‘Are we nearly there?” he asked breathlessly. The chauffeur turned in his seat, and shouted I . “Where did you went to go, sir? COME AGAIN! “That’s fair done it!” muttered the burglar, as his shin came into contact with a ehair and overturned it. And he the truth. It did fair co it. A sudden movement above, a hurried descent of stairs, and Sikes found himself staring into the business end of a revolver “Now, then, hands up!” cried the amused householder. “What hare you stolen?” “Only your wife’s pug dog,” replied the burotar “If that's all. you may sneak out quietly.” said the householder. “But uhi.t else have you got?” “Your mother-in-law’s parrot.” “You don’t s-.y so! Here’s some loosa change for you. Anything e!se?” “Yes.” said the burglar. Your daughter’s phonograph.” “Good fellow!” exclaimed the householder. “Here's a sovereign for you.” “And your son’s punching-ball.” “My dear sir,” exclaimed the householder delightedlv. “I shall have peace ir. my house at List! Will you share a Lottie of champagne with me before you go?” BE THANKFUL FOR SMALL MERCIES. '"Well, what kind of a day have you hid?' said the noor painter. “Miserable! Wretched! Hopeless!” moaned the broken broker. The artist pauses! sympathetically before adding a daub of yellow candlelight to h;s great prison-picture—pro-bable the onlv light it would ever see. “What happened, old chap?” he asked. “Everything that oughtn't to have happened.” replied his friend. “Everything I bought went down, amj evervtbing I sold went up. I'm nearly broke” I “Well, it might have been worse/' ! said th- 1 artist consolingly. ! “Wore!” exclaimed the broker. “I I <'i»n't -e? how.” i “Why wh> m on earth would you j i.- r ., «, •’ retorted the artist, “if they'd stnrtxl going sideways?” I A 808 A TIME. “Walter—waiter, I’ve swallowed a t The waiter hurried forward. loosened j the dinof s-eo’Jar, and buffeted him j In«»i’v on the back. i ' Fed h tt'-r. sir o’’ 0 ’’ he inquired .sym--j:: tlu tic.dlv. j “Ye-., thin’--!” replied the din«r. j 'Bit whv the dickens don’t you . y«.i:r : .p.-. out < f y<»-:r confound <1 : .» Bring no my bill!” Tli' w.>:f 'r .-,nol3zi«ed. and departed. I r int. wlr-- ho r* turned the bill, the I <Tnvr invivl th'.t a shnirTg was niarki iH tin a-gains*' •/What's t’li-he demanded angrily. '■Yon’ve ch?r red me a shilling too mtioh t" ’T beg tour pardon, sir?” replied the reter Jef- renti -.Hy “But chokin’s a hextra!” TIP-TOP TIPS. Tho best way is always the easiest Your re : -jhliocr’.s affairs are nothing to sreek of. Ho who ’i.n had no adversity has had ;u, experi-'neo. Hope f- r tho best, then try your best to realise yout hope. You mav s y what vou please, if you ar- rot .uirims to please others The successful man makes every def '-t -» stonping-stone to victory. The hor-c a man once had and th'e wife he's rcii«r to get are always the n.rrt perfect of their kind.