‘When I was young,’ said old Geor… (And rumbling from his bearded lip… His deep voice boomed in measured… Them airyplanes an’ motor-ships Was never knowed in that far day.

You are as young, O lady mine, As ere you were in olden days, Your lips are red, your blue eyes… And still you have your girlish wa… I hate to think what years have fl…

Now, children, in this Lesson Two… Briefly we’ll make some mention Of party, just in case that you Some day, with the intention Of furthering ambitions grand,

Lo, I listened to the bleating of… Squatters’ sheep And I sat me down and pondered lo… And a cloud of gloom came o’er me At the empty leagues before me

Now Percival Gregory Grandison-L… He came of a fine old stock. His sire was an eminent K.C.B, But Percival never appeared to be A chip off that shrewd old block.

A patriot spake thus to an eager t… ‘Give me the power and I shall ri… And Fortune, smiling, on our land… His name was COOK. Lo, I beheld, throughout a contin…

Where the little river gleaming Thro’ its shadows green and cool Broadens to the quiet dreaming Of a little shady pool; There an azure jewel burning

Now is the season of Carnival. Who’s for the sunlit course? Who’s for the beat of galloping fe… And the day and the way of the hor… Who joins the dance, tho’ Lady Ch…

Still I’ve the picture of him - F… In a shining dog-cart driving down… Spanking ponies dashing by, Running tandem, stepping high; Silver-plated harness where the su…

Noo, ye ken, we’ll see 'em agen, Waggling doon the street, While the baton twirls an’ the pip… To the beat of the marching feet. Left– right– glimmerin’ bright,

The success of the Scout movement… Great and important people, these Important far beyond our ken Who mark with adult sophistries Their serious air of sober men,

Dear Boy As it appears to us old fogeys If you’ll excuse the term that we… You and your battery of bowling bo… Seem to have come a rather nasty f…

At any other time of year It might have passed, but Spring… He says somethin’ - I dunno Somethin’ nasty. I says, ‘Ho!’ ‘Ho, yourself!’ he says, an’ glare…

It chanced one day, in the middle… There came to the great King Splo… A policeman, who said, while scrat… There isn’t a stone in Gosh To throw at a dog; for the crafty…

When the scheming Fusion few Sought to snare the Lib’ral crew, It was plain for all to view That they wobbled. And when later in the day