  "What's Volapuk, Doctor Schmitz?" "It is ze Unifersal Langvage!" "And who Speaks it?" "Nopotty!" "City Improvements."—The City isn't likely to lose any chance of a dig at the L. C. C. Last week, at a meeting of City Commissioners of Sewers at Guildhall, Alderman Green,—not so verdant by any means as the name would seem to imply,—protested against the great delay on the part of the L. C. C. in regard to the improvements in Upper Thames Street. So the London County Council is sitting considering "dum defluit ANNUS"—representing the "amnis Ævi"—and while Upper Thames Street is, pace the ever Green Alderman, in a state of stagnation as far as "improvements" are concerned. A Drouth-and-Mouth-Disease.—A curious disease, originating, it is said, in the East, has lately baffled medical men. It is called "beriberi." Introduce another "e" into the first and third syllable, and the name might serve for that thirsty kind of feverish state with which no Anti-closing-of-the-public-at-any-time-Society is able to cope. "Prematuer?"—Per the Leadenhall Press, Mr. Tuer is bringing out a real old Horn-book, that is, a facsimile of the ancient Horn-book. For years have we longed to see the genuine article. It will be in Hornamental cover, of course. "SuccÈs au livre de la corne!" |
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