there before. Not that this would have greatly troubled an author who
showed so little regard for the proprietary rights of ARISTOPHANES and Sir
JAMES BARRIE.

O.S.

* * * * *

WITCHES.

"Finns, they're witches," said Murphy, "'tis born in 'em maybe,
The same as fits an' freckles an' follerin' the sea,
An' ginger hair in some folks--an' likin' beer in me.

"Finns, they're witches," said Murphy, "an' powerful strong ones too;
They'll whistle a wind from nowhere an' a storm out o' the blue
'Ud sink this here old hooker an' all her bloomin' crew.

"Finns, they're witches," said Murphy, rubbing his hairy chin,
"An' some counts witchcraft bunkum, an' some a deadly sin,
But--there ain't no harm as I see in standing well with a Finn."

C.F.S.

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OUR CYNICAL PRESS.

"Mr. ----, M.P., is leaving home for a fortnight's rest."--_Scotch
Paper._