OUR LETTER BOX

Observer, Volume XXXIII, Issue 10, 16 November 1912, Page 24

OUR LETTER BOX

O. l< - No, we won't I Pen.—lt sounds sensible. Pinky. — Cherchez la femme. B. O.—lt can't be helped, ipse dixit. Pan.—You can't pipe worth five cents. Nellie F.—" It's pretty, but i 9 it art V Lilieh.—The writer was Hilare Belloc. Sfinivbx —Suggestion good. Will use. jr. p. i> —oh, try a policeman—why is a piece of string? Jason.—"A rat, a rat," as Hamlet rather cursorily remarks. Tonic—Try and concoct something for your constipated intelligence. Paohyd«rm - Not interested in thick-skinned animals, except politicians. Phil P.—Beautiful rhodomontade ; please write and tell us what it is all about. Touchstone —Better touch wood and avert the ill luck of having another such spasm. BREVET.-But you're not a volunteer now; you're a regular citizen soldier. Obey orders. S E M —Well, is there anything we can do to pleise you ? Write out a scheme of how you want it run. LiMELiGUT.-Kingston died three years ago. so your "interest in stage notabilities doesn't carry you far. Phalanx —Yes, he's a sepulchre, but he's not even whited. A pity, but even the truth about him wou'dbe libellous. COT —When read aloud it sounded like a 'dray load of tin pannikins falling into the the valley of Jehosophat. V O.—Your " poem " commencing "Give me not riches nor raiment fine " compels us to admit that we are not intending to. Dennis.—There are no bookmakers, but if you still feel pained remember that even the writer of B-cclesiastes complained in his day that " ef the making of many books there is no end."