One Hears

That things will go on as they are. That somewhere a load is crawling. Of No-McKennaland or Anymansland That no hill-crests to-day make crestfallen drivers. That every penny......

Here's One

The farm carter stood patting his horse and looking disdainfully at the motor wagon drawn up outside the village inn. • "Don't think much o' your 'orse," he remarked to the......