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Observer, Volume XXXIV, Issue 23, 14 February 1914, Page 24

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R. P.—Declined. P. H. E.—Thanks. Ghoolib.— Very good indeed. H_ OR.—Holding for examination. 4, tassy "—Of no New Zealand interest. No. 13— Eminently unfit for publication. Te Pan a (Tonga).—Many thanks. Good luckl 3 -yV. D.—Scissor them out and send them in. J. T. J.—Thanks ! Please promise to do ie of tener. P. B. (Westralia).— Of special interest at present crisis. Using. G- H. T.— Sanctimonious piffle. There is no holiness in mere assertion. B.M-—As the girl said when she dis* carded Jack for Jim, " Ring off 1 " Lynx Eye."—Your vision isn't as acute as usual. Curb your passion for accusation. WAIPIRAU.—A course of plain soda would cure you of your temporary itch for scribbling. CA. S.—The poet you name is living in 'obscurity and poverty iv Whitechapel (London). W B —Rabelais' present address is not known. No, as far as we know ht never resided in Ponsonby. T. M, Word slinging without ideas is very like corrugated iron painted to represent Corinthian columns. P. MeG — If we published, the shillelaghs ' would descend like a shower of rain on a peat bog. Go along wid you ! 5. B. G. S.—Excellent stuff, but there is no available public this side of the earth for matter so highly charged with technicalities. " Lexico." — Rather stupid par. An absolutely literary paper is impossible and not at all necessary. None of our most human and fluent writers can parse, Even you make four grammatical errors in eighteen lines according to the chap who read it. We don't know. PYE. —Haven't the least time for the self-pitying poet who whines that the tide came in while he wasn t looking, or who wailed .that the sun was rising in New Zealand when he was-befogged in London. Still, that was a good line — "And hour by hour the tide creeps lazily in 'And I behold it not." All the same, she should have hustled to the seaside if she was strong on tides.