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[Illustration: THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE.
_Schoolboy_ (_after long pause_). "I SAY--ER--CAN YOU MOVE YOUR EARS?"]
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"Chaplain-Master Wanted on May 13th for one term to Teach Latin and
History in Upper School, coloris paribus a cricketer would be most
acceptable."--_Provincial Paper._
"_Coloris paribus_" suggests faintly that the authorities hope to get a
double-blue; but it looks as if he would have to spend most of the term in
teaching Latin.
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BIRD CALLS.
I.
The lark he trills his song on high,
A tiny speck on a wide blue sky;
"Tira-lir, it's sweet up here,
It's sweet up here, my dear, my dear."
The turtle-dove's in love and so
Is anxious all his world should know
And follow his example too:--
"Look at us two. Oh do, oh do."
Woodpeckers make their thirsty cry
Of "Pluie, pluie, pluie," to a sunlit sky;
But sure enough they have their way
For rain, rain, rain will fall next day.
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