Tuere were few members in the House of Commons yesterday for a debate on the second reading of the Water Supply Bill. "If only we had been dealing with beer," said Mr. R. C. Morrison (Lab., Tottenham, N.), "there would have been a much bigger attendance."
The House was drear, the House was "dry It lent a shrinking ear, It turned a dull and fishy eye To Water, pure and clear Attendance (as they say) was thin, And interest mayhap One missed the happy. rising din Of eloquence on tap.
"It only we were talking beer Came comment with a sight inst But Water pure and Water clear—They couldn't see the pint.
—By F. G. H. Salusbury in the "Daily Herald."
My Girl Lizzie I know a shy young maiden And when she goes to shop, sees those traffic signals That make the motors stop. And when to her I murmur, We're all alone at last," She thinks about those signals And says, "Hey, not so fast!"
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Oh, my girl Lizzie's Like those coloured traffic light She says "Stop!—Caution!—Go When I get busy Canoodling her o' nights She says "Stop!—Caution!—Go!" Each night I fairly cop it, I can't go right ahead—I know I've got to stop it When she starts turning red, Her clutch and chassis thrill me so, But she's only got one speed—Dead Slow Oh, my girl Lizzie With her Stopis Cay me simply dizzy Got!
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.