"_100, Not Out._" _Monday, July 2, 1894._
Congratulations, Mr. C. B. FRY,
You neatly wiped the Cantab Light Blue eye,
And well deserved the fashionable shout
Which hailed you for your century, not out.
For your exploits, what language is too tall?
At cricket good alike with bat and ball,
Full back at football (that's Association),
At jumping lengthways--well, you lick creation.
In Schools no idler when stern duty calls,
Already having got a First in "Smalls."
Yes, Oxford surely boasts to-day in you,
Her most distinguished son, a Triple Blue.
The Lord's good wicket made a scoring high day,
But you yourself turned Monday into Fry-day!
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ANARCHIST ATTEMPT ON A WELL-KNOWN BRIDGE.--After several failures, the
Hampton Court Bridge was shot yesterday evening by a young man, supposed
to be an Anarchist, whose name and address remain a profound secret, as,
owing to his having taken his outrigger by the hour, and, having paid
his shot, there was no excuse for his detention by the assistants in
charge of the boats. He had been dining freely at a neighbouring
hostelrie, the sign of which being "The Mitre," suggested to the
intelligent detective in charge of the case the probability of the
wretched youth being a "dine-a-mitre." Furnished with this clue, the
police are on his track. Fortunately the bridge escaped without injury,
and this morning it not only crossed the river itself without
difficulty, but assisted many travellers to do the same.
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ASPIRATION.--A youthful rhymist, inspired by the Derby, wishes to become
a Sporting Poet. "'Poet' and 'Prophet,'" he learnedly observes, "meant
about the same thing in Homeric times; and, indeed, in most prophecies
of coming events on the turf I have generally found more of poetry than
of profit." The modest rhymster says, that as he can never hope to be
first in the field of poetry, "he may at least become _a second
Ossy-'un_."
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