The Horrid She-dragon the Editor of the "Nonri-China Datiy News"
Sm—My dear Mr, Editor, please Tet me state It is not my habit to cavit or prate Nor blaspheme, when the work of the police causes -Twixt the first glass of beer, and the last gin and bitters But, dear Mr. Editor, never 1 ween Was such terrible lack of initiative As displayed yesterday, nor me competence showed, When the dragons took over the Great Western Road.
There were big ones and small ones; and long ones and short ones There were green ones and pink ones; and home-made and bought ones.
One horrid she-dragon, with good manners no traces, Put her head in my car and sai Big Boy, lets go places!
There wasn't a Matty, a cop or a slop To control all this ferae naturae, nor stop Them from gelling all into a bunch, /And making yours truly dd tate for Shanghai, June 5.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.