FAMOUS TOMS.

Taihape Daily Times, Volume 7, Issue 310, 30 September 1915, Page 8

FAMOUS TOMS.

Mr. Clement Shorter, in The Sphere, ealhs attontiono to an article in the Chicago Dial on famous Thomases. The following list is suggestive Thomas Occ.leve —' ' The Eogeincnt of Princes.” ?■ Sir Thomas Maloy —“Morte d ’Arthur.’ Thomas More —' ' Utopia. Thomas Nash —“ Plays. ’ ’ Thomas Campion Songs. Sir Thomas Browne —“Eeligio Medici.” 'Thomas Hobbes*—'' 1 mviathan. ’ ’ Thomas • Parnell—•'‘Contentment.’/ Thomas Percy—“ Eeligues. ’ Thomas Cray —' Elegy. ’ ’ Thomas Chatterton —“‘Rowley Ballads. ” and a fleeting glimpse of the most startling genius ever known. 'Tom Moore —Songs. Tom Hood —Poems, and courage. Thomas de Quincey —“ Suspiria tie Prof and is. ’’ Thomas Babington Macaulay—Essays, and that cursed boon, the balanced sentence. Thomas Carlyle—“Sartor Resartns, ” the greatest spiritual dynamic of his century.„ Thomas Henry Huxley—Essays, and honesty. Thomas Arnold—-Rugby. Thomas, Hardy—The finest novels in English. There is no doubt but that the Apostle Thomas should be included, also St. Thomas a’Becket (after whom St. Thomas’ Hospital was named), Thomas Aquinas, Thomas a Tvompis. Why not Thomas Savers, the boxer. AN EDITOR’S “HOLIDAY.” Maximilian Harden, editor of the Gorman paper Dio Znkunft, passed through Copenhagen recently incognito, on an enforced holiday of indefinite duration in northern Scad in via. His recent article virtually commending Italy’s attack on her arch-enemy. Austria. is reported to have, aroused the wrath of official Germany. £IO,OOO FOR ZEPPELINS. Lord Miehelham has olferd a prize of £IOOO to every British airman who destroys a Zeppelin whilst it iss in the air. The reward is open io both branches of the Service, and in the event of more than on airman destroying the same Zeppelin the prize will be divided. The number of £IOOO prizes is, however, limited to ten. A GERMAN BUTCHER. Several attempts have been made to trace the German batcher referred to by a private in the West Surreys when he wrote: “My rifle was ready to pop off. In an instant I recognised the Gorman. He was an old neighbour of mine. “For God’s cuke, Mr. lie said, 'cion t shoot. ’ 'Moll. I'm blowed U* said I, “it’s Wagner, of the old Lent ncad. Ihon we talked about the sausage simp and a little back uobt 1 hadn’t paid.” So far, however, a > one can be found in the Old Kent Road who knows him.