New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1915-10-10

London. Sept. l5.-Ihe old nurserl
rhyme.
Rain, rain. 90 away;
Come again another day,
is all wrong all wrong. in the opinion
Of the naturally festive Londoner. The
old couplet has been revised into some-
thing like this:
Rain. rain, every day,
Keep the Zeppelins away"
There are no scowls when the heav-
ems weep. these days. Tornadoes are as
welcome as the flowers in May, or any
other month, for that matter. II the
weather man can grind out a storm, his
praises are sung from west to east.
Picnics and motor parties may 90 hang,
If IL will only rain or blow, or both.
The stolid Britisher scans the skies
when he goes to his Office IN the morn
ing He cocks his weather eye upward
when he journeys TO his lunch. In
the afternoon. about 3, he stands at
the window with teacup in hand, while
he estimates the velocity of the wind
by watching the flags stiffen from their
STATS. And from then on he generally
sits and waits Just waits until the
hour when he feels it is safe to retire
without the prospect of scrambling
from his warm bed TO duck bombs.
OF course. nobody imagines that he
is going TO be hit, and nobody really
is afraid. but the bally things get on
ones nerves if they chance TO come
close, and it's just as well not to have
them around.
The effects of Count Zeppelin's ex-
ploits are many and unique. Also, most
of them are far from serious. Most
London dwellers will be keen weather
prophets after the war is over, and that
is bound to help some. You see, when
il storms the Zeps stay in their coy
hangers, and England rejoices.
There is another advantage to be
CLEANED from the Zeppelin menace
that is. for the public. Fancy the saw
ing of gas and electric light bills when
a whole family contents itself with
a tiny pencil of light from a single
reading lamp, or, in some cases, with
a lowly candle. Picture, too, the light
ing company magnates muttering "Gott
strafe the Zeppelins." Thus it seems
that the count is losing on both sides
and in the middle and laying up more
hatred for himself than all the fiery
German writer's could express in a
month.
The restaurant proprietors are dong
little "cussing" on their own &C
count Gone are those ancient supper
parties when the aftertheatre thronGs
overran their places pleading to be al
lowed to spend their gold for choice
viands and vintage wines. Nobody
wants to have a 300-pound bomb drop
in his soup, and, anyway, no alcoholic
drinks are permitted TO be sold after
10 o'clock.
Even the theatres are taking oficlaI
notice of the wave of Zeppelnitis that
has swept over the country. To-day
announcements have been posted by
several that hereafter the evening per
formances will begin at o'clock and
close at gao. The managers do not
want to have their houses full if d
bomb should drop on them, nor do they
banker after the panic that might re-
suit if the explosives should land in the
vicinity.
Night automobile parties have lost
their JOY. What can be more deadly
than creeping over darkened road
with only the small sdelights flicker
ing between you and a collision? That
feature makes the Cars of the garages
shed bitter tears, but what can they
do about il? Answer nothing, except
turn their lights down.