In other columns we endeavour To be as sad and staid og ever, But here, with all our might and ~main We strive to be in lighter vein. All with neither rhyme nor reason, For this is Shanghai's silly season.
Tue Epiror.
A little nonsense now and then Is relished by the best of men, Until he finds the joke's on him, Then he wishes it hadn't been And so the Chief takes every care—Though much he thinks, he would-n't dare Print half the thoughts inked by his pen.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.