In a swanky restaurant We sat down to sup—Dishes rare for the lady fair And a bone for the Pekingese Pup I was shaky at the knees, Couldn't say a thing.
Like that little Pekingese, She had me on a string. Then she rose and left me, And when the bill came up could see what had bitten me Was the Blonde, not the Pekingese Pup!
Ki No Opinion WHEN I read surveys of public opinion in which sections of the population are asked if they believe in certain national policies or not I always find myself wondering about. the small percentage of citizens who are recorded as having "no opinion," writes a British columnist.
I like to think that it is always the same section of the population which is asked these questions and that it is always the same people who don't e. if we have an alliance with Russia, Poland, Latvia, Lithuania or the Eskimos, I like to think of them living their own lives in splendid personal isolation, not even knowing or caring, perhaps, if they are living in England or Greenland. As there is very little difference in the climate they might be excused for that.
And I like to think of these happy human vegetables, untouched by the world's sorrows and injustices, being occasionally disturbed by an eager, pale young man with a notebook and pencil.
A frightened maid-of-all-work would answer the front door and return with the message:
"It's the young gentleman again, sir."
"What young gentleman?"
"The one what wanted to know if you wanted to fight for Latvia."
"What does he want now?" about Esthonia, sir." 5 MSS "He wants to know what you're going t
"Esthonia? I don't know any woman called Esthonia."
"No, sir.
"Is she in trouble or something?" "I don't know, sir."
"Tell the impertinent fool he's called at the wrong house."
"Yes, sir."
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