R. S. Hudson—whose criticisms were mainly of Mr. Here-Belisha, are "sticking to their case," it was reported recently. This situation has inspired the following carol, which will gain if sung in a hoarse Cockney voice against a rising wind, Mister Chamberlain looked aht—
It was like ter freeze yer—And, below, withaht à daht, There stood Ore-Beleeshyer: sez Chamberlai sez Leslie, "Aln't you eard? e just ad an earful!"
"Now," sez Chamberlain, sez'e, "Put yer lovely smile on! "Doncher fink the agony "You're inclined ter pile on?
Core," 'e sez, "I'll get my gamp, 'Off we'll go tergevver, "For a really eartenin' tramp "Froe this rebel wower."
"Ark!" sez Leslie, as they went Wiv their warmest duds on, "There's Lord Duffrin's wild lament, Likewise little "Udson!"
'"Donchew fret!" is master sez, "Larf an' frow yer chest aht!"
"If you keep me in," sez Les, You can frow the rest aht!"
"Fel" sez Chamberlain, "For shune!"
Walkin' on so wiry, "Hease hoff, Les, an' tike yer time, You don't fear enquiry!
"Come to that, suppose it's done, 'Wot's yer flaming' flurry?
it's like the Crisis one—Blimey, you should worry!
—By F. b. H, Salusbury in the "Daily Braid,
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.