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The Waste Trade World states that there is a great demand for rubbish.  Editors, however, don’t seem to be moving with the times.

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Off Folkestone, a few days ago, a trawler captured a blue-nosed shark.  Complaints about the temperature of the sea have been very common among bathers this year.

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“No one has yet been successful in filming an actual murder,” states a Picture-goers’ Journal.  It certainly does seem a pity that our murderers are so terribly self-conscious in the presence of a cinematograph man.

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The Daily Express states that Mrs. Bamberger has decided not to appeal against her sentence.  If that be so, this high-handed decision will be bitterly resented by certain of the audience who were in court during the trial and eagerly looked forward to the next edition.

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A Daily Mail reader writes to our contemporary to say that he found forty-two toads in his garden last week.  We can only suppose that they were there in ignorance of the fact that he took in The Daily Mail.

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A pike weighing twenty-six pounds, upon being hooked by a Cheshire fisherman, pulled him into the canal.  His escape was much regretted by the fish, who had decided to have him stuffed.

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It is possible that Mr. Tom Mann, the secretary of the A.S.E., will shortly retire under the age limit.  It is rumoured that members have started to collect for a souvenir strike as a parting tribute.

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[Illustration:  Bus Conductor (after passenger’s torrents of invective on the subject of increased fare).  “Right-O, Ma.  I’ll tell ’em EVERYTHINK you’ve said Wen I takes the chair at the next directors’ meeting.”]

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The Ethiopian again.

“Coal still black.”

Heading in “Church Family Newspaper."

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“The output in the first quarter this year was at the rate of 248,000,000 million tons a year.  It fell in the second quarter to 232,000,000.  Between and beyond these lines there is an ample margin for bargaining.”

      Evening Paper.

Abundantly ample.

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Lessons from nature.

To an Autumn primrose.

“If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?”
Wordsworth.

Symbol of innocence, to Tories dear,
Whom I detect beside the silvan path
Doing your second time on earth this year
That I may cull a generous aftermath,
Let me divine your reason
For thus repullulating out of season.