Reuter telegraphs from Melbourne that the Commonwealth building in
London is to be called "Australia House." This should dispose
effectively of the rumour that it was to be called "Canada House."
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"The Song of the Breakers," which is being advertised, is not, we are
told, a war song for the Suffragettes.
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Some of the Press reported a recent happy event under the following
heading:--
"WEDDING OF MRS. PATRICK CAMPBELL."
Mr. GEORGE CORNWALLIS WEST would like it to be known that it was also
his wedding.
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It was rumoured one day last week that a certain officer famous for his
picturesque language was about to receive a new appointment as
Director-General of Expletives.
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"GOLD-PLATED TYPEWRITER,"
announces _The Mail_. We are sorry for the poor girl. Mr. GRANVILLE
BARKER, of course, started the idea with his gilded fairies.
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Miss MABEL ROGERS, we read, is bringing a suit against certain other
girl students of Pardue University, Indiana, for "ragging" her by
tearing off her clothes. It seems to us that it is the defendants who
ought to bring the suit.
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"Twelve small farmers," we are told, "were on Saturday sent for trial at
Ballygar, County Galway, on a charge of cattle-driving." Their size
should not excuse them.
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One evening last week, _The Daily Mail_ tells us, the electric light
failed in several districts of Tooting and Mitcham. "A resident in
Garden Avenue," says our contemporary, "had invited about a dozen
friends to a card party. The host secured a supply of candles, in the
dim light of which the party played." It is good to know that in this
prosaic age and in this prosaic London of ours it is still possible to
have stirring adventures worth recording in the country's annals.
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The power of the motor! "At the request of the Car," says _The
Westminster Gazette_, "M. POINCARE will leave on his visit to Russia,
after the national fetes on July 14."
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A couple of pictures by unknown artists fetched as much as L2,625 and
L1,837 at CHRISTIE'S last week, and we hear that some of our less
notable painters have been greatly encouraged by this boom in obscurity.
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"This Machine," says an advertisement of a motor cycle, "Gets You
Out-of-Doors--and Keeps You There." Frankly, we prefer the sort that
Gets You Home Again.
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The PREMIER, who was said to have "run away" to Fife, after all had a
"walk over."
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"The Elizabethan spirit," says a _laudator temporis acti_, "is dead
among us." We beg to challenge this statement. When the Armada was
sighted DRAKE went on with his game of bowls. To-day, in similar
circumstances, we are confident that thousands of Englishmen would
refuse to leave their game of golf.
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[Illustration: CAPTIVE GOLF.
DEFAULTING GOLF-CLUB OFFICIAL TRYING TO IMPART A LITTLE INTEREST TO THE
DAILY ROUND.]
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