In fact--to follow up the sporting image
In which you "reach the appointed goal"--
With many a loose and many a tight-packed scrimmage
Forward and back the fight will roll,
Ere with a shattering rush we cross your line
(This represents the Rhine).

Meanwhile, when you observe your team is tiring,
And wish the call of Time were blown,
To Mr. WILSON, where he stands umpiring
Gratuitously on his own,
You'll look (as drowning men will clutch a straw)
To make the thing a draw.

Pity you've broken all the rules, for this'll
Spoil WOODROW'S programme when at last,
Not having checked those breaches with his whistle,
He wants to blow the final blast;
Time will be called, I fancy, when the score
Suits us, and not before.

O.S.

* * * * *

HEART-TO-HEART TALKS.

(_The KING OF THE HELLENES and the KAISER: On the Telephone_).

_The King._ HALLOA! Are you there? Halloa, halloa! Are you there, I say?