"LrAVING the door open" is an expression which is now very much the vogue. It seems a worthy successor in foul fatuity to that foul word of all time, "appeasement."
To consider it in ballad form....as a song at the twilight of sanity, when the light of reason is very low.
She bounced like a ball off the pavement.
A beautiful gi; in her teens: She'd just been flung out of a party, The butt of regrettable scenes: A swelling, the size of an onion, Unsettled the hat on her head, But, far from discouraged, she loitered, And unto the party she said:—
"Oh, sir, please do leave the door open, "The door that you slammed shut just now! "I wasn't quite sure of your meaning, "I'm ever so dense like, somehow!
please, sir, I'd like to be certain, I would like to have it all plain! "So, if I return to the door, sir, "Oh, Please, will you slam it again?"
Row to Hoe "Crmicism of the Government's foreign policy," said Sir Henry Egg, M.P., speaking in the Turnip Exchange, Wopps-on-the-Wold, last night, "is specially to be deplored just now.
"I say one word—Russia. And I ask you, Was there ever a harder row to hoe?"
A Voice: "Yes—Errins."
"Errins, sir?"
"Yes, Errins' roe!" Loud laughter.
Sir Hour; ell, be that as it may——"
"Be what as oe which?"
"Shut up, Ernie, the gentleman's "Thank you, friends."
4 Don't thank us. Thank the tell-tale innocence in your eyes."
Sir Henry: "Anyhow, I think I may say—nay, I am sure I may—that none of us here to-night would care to have the Government's task, which is to secure all benefits from a Russian agreement while pretending that no such country as Russia exists."
Falsetto cheers; cries of "Beware, the LR.A.!* accompanied by popping of paper bags; and farmyard noises.
Sir Henry's left suspender then descended in view of the enraptured audience, and the chairman moved (a) a vote of thanks, and (b) out of the path of Wopps-on-the-Wold's traditional tribute of affection—a flying rat.
—Showman in the "Daily Herald."
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.