"I do hope that the Accrington Town Council will read, mark,
learn this epistle and lay these precepts to their hearts, which
in Latin I will quote: 'Quod Hoc Sibi Vult.' It means that the
exposed food stuffs will not only be impregnated with the
volcanic like dust representing the cremated remnant of the
town's horrible organic refuse, but will also be tainted with
the smell that tastes."
Our contemporary's correspondent would have pleased our old Sixth Form
Master, who was always complaining that our translations did not bring
out the _full_ meaning of the passage.
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"Great Pictures under the Hammer."
_The Times._
The Suffragettes continue to be busy.
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"Who shall say howqztNj wodrmf."
_Manchester Daily Dispatch._
Who wants to?
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[Illustration: "And so you are really going to be married next month, my
dear. Well, I think your future husband seems a charming man. By-the-by,
what does he do?".
"Oh--er--well--er--d'you know, I really haven't had time to ask him; but
I expect Papa could tell you if you particularly want to know."]
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