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We are sorry to hear that the Premier is suffering from a troublesomeGough.
Poor Mr. Asquith, as though he had not already worries enough, isgetting into trouble for sending an exclusive statement to The Times.He now stands convicted by his own party of being a Times-server.
The Premier Magazine is announced for sale. Is this, we wonder, thePowder Magazine on which he has been sitting?
At one moment it began to look as if the Admiralty, after all, was goingto change its mind and we were to have Grand Man[oe]uvres this year—offthe coast of Ireland.
There are rumours that the Suffragettes are now preparing to blow up thewhole of Ireland, as they find that that little country has during thepast few days been distracting public attention from their cause.
An appeal is being made for funds to enable the battlefield of Waterlooto be preserved. A handsome donation has, it is said, been offered byone of our most enterprising railway companies, the only condition madebeing that the name shall be altered to Bakerloo.
It is so often asserted that a Varsity career unfits one for success inthe bigger world that it is satisfactory to read that the Prince ofWales's income from the Duchy of Cornwall was £85,719 last year, ascompared with £81,350 in the previous year.
The Association of Lancastrians in London held their annual dinner lastweek. It would have been a kindly and thoughtful act on the part ofthose responsible for the dinner had they offered a seat to Mr.Masterman, the Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster, who is now back intown.
Mr. Justice Scrutton has fined a man for saying "Hear, hear," in court,and there is something approaching a panic among our Comic Judges lestsome colleague on a lower plane of humour should fine somebody, forlaughing in court.
It has been said that we English take our pleasures sadly. By way ofcompensation, apparently, we take our tragedies gaily. Under the heading"Amusement Notes" in The Daily Mail we find the followingannouncement:—"At the Scala Theatre a new colour film is promised forMonday next, which is to depict in striking fashion the terrors ofmodern scientific warfare."
A contemporary describes the production, Splash Me, which waspresented at the Palladium last week, as "a Water Revue." The correctexpression is surely "Naval Revue"?
Messrs. Weekes and Co. have published a "Song of the Aeroplane," and wesuspect that all concerned in this venture are terrified lest someclumsy critic shall say, "Merely to hear this song makes one want tofly."
It is sometimes asked, Are we a musical nation? It is possible, ofcourse, that we are, but last week we were informed by an advertisementthat "the greatest song success of the season" is entitled "PopsyWopsy."
A Mr. Snooks attained his 100th birthday last week. So much for thosewho say that ridicule