[Mr. R. H. TAWNEY and Mr. G. D. H. COLE, both Oxford Fellows,
represent academic intellectualism _in excelsis_ at the G.H.Q. of
Labour.]
Only a simpleton or sawney
Falls short in reverence for TAWNEY;
Only the man without a soul
Disputes the kingliness of COLE.
Labour, no longer gross and brawny,
Finds its true hierophant in TAWNEY;
And, freed from all save Guild Control,
Attains its apogee in COLE.
Proud Prelates in their vestments lawny
Quail at the heresies of TAWNEY;
And prostrate Dukes in anguish roll,
Scared by the scrutiny of COLE.
The Nabob quits his brandy-pawnee
To listen to the lore of TAWNEY;
The plain beer-drinker bans the bowl,
Weaned by the witchery of COLE.
Students however slack or yawny
Grow tense beneath the spell of TAWNEY;
Footballers score goal after goal,
Trained in the principles of COLE.
The shrimp grows positively prawny
On list'ning to the voice of TAWNEY;
While upward shoots the blindest mole
Beneath the airy tread of COLE.
There's something thrilling--Colleen-Bawny--
About the articles of TAWNEY;
And no one can so grandly toll
The knell of Capital as COLE.
As Cornwall rallied to TRELAWNY
So Labour rallies to its TAWNEY;
And miners find a "better 'ole"
Provided by the creed of COLE.
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"Our evening congregations have more than doubled in two months. _Sans
Deo!_"
_Parish Magazine._
We don't wonder that two foreign languages were required to veil this
shocking observation.
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