THE STRIFE OF TONGUES.

(_Lines suggested by the recent demise of the inventor of Esperanto._)

As a patriotic Briton

I am naturally smitten

With disgust

When some universal lingo

By a zealous anti-Jingo

Is discussed.

Some there are who hold that Spanish

In the end is bound to banish

Other tongues;

Some again regard Slavonic

As a stimulating tonic

For the lungs.

I would sooner bank on Tuscan,

Ay, or even on Etruscan,

Than on Erse;

But fanatical campaigners,

Gaelic Leaguers and Sinn Feiners

Find it terse.

Some are moved to have a shy at

Persian, thanks to the _Rubaiyat_,

And its ease;

But it's quite another matter

If you're anxious for to chatter

In Chinese.

To instruct a brainy brat in

Canine or colloquial Latin

_May_ be wise;

But it's not an education

As a fruitful speculation

I'd advise.

French? All elegance equips it,

But how oft on foreign lips it

Runs awry;

German, tainted, execrated,

Is for ages relegated

To the sty.

As for brand-new tongues invented

By professors discontented

With the old,

Well, the prospect of a "panto"

Played and sung in Esperanto

Leaves me cold.

* * * * *

"One of the most striking--and satisfactory--features of the new

restaurant regime is the disappearance of the bread-basket."--_Daily

Telegraph._

Or, at any rate, a considerable shrinkage in its contour.

* * * * *

"If there must be duplication of electric light installations, the

apparati might, at least, be made uniform. And it would not be

expecting too much if they were made in some way to harmonise with the

telephone service."--_Australian Paper._

Or even with the Latin Grammar?

* * * * *

"5-Seater Car for Sale; must sell; chauffeur at the Front; own body

cost over L73. What offers?--RECTOR."--_Times._

These personal details seem to us a little out of place in a commercial

transaction.

* * * * *

[Illustration: _John._ "BUT WHY MUSTN'T WE HAVE NEW BREAD ANY MORE?"

_Joan._ "WHY, DON'T YOU SEE, SILLY? IF WE EAT YESTERDAY'S AND SAVE UP

TO-DAY'S THERE'LL ALWAYS BE SOME FOR TO-MORROW. THEN THE GERMANS CAN'T

STARVE US."]

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Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, April 25, 1917 · 第 55 / 56 题