Norwich bulletin. [volume] (Norwich, Conn.) 1895-2011, 1919-03-28
Cleaned from Foreign Ex-
changes

Drastic control over MS Hu pa tleIltS
is being exercised by a doctor who
claims shat his iron rule gives the
highest humanity possible percentage
of complete recoveries. When the
main attack is GSpuls>d and the inva-
lid declares he must get back to bust
ness the doctor orders a week at home
with an ultimatum which secures in
slant surrender.
IF you 20 out now you'll get pneu
m0nia. You will die, and ! SHALL refuse
to give a death certificate There viii
be an inquest with the verdict Sui
eide for | shall say you must have
been mad-temporariiy insane-to
have deaed my plain warning.
Mrs. Kennedy Fraser, who has done
SO much to create interest in Hebri-
dean songs, said this week that she
took a monograph TO the islands. This
was in order TO secure the absolute
accuracy of the weird music which is
traditional in the Hebrides.
The people were 50 excited by the
novelty of singing into the photograph
chat they could hardly wait for the
record to be played, and then they
were amazed at the fidelity with which
it rendered the songs and all the triV
ial sounds OF oniookers.
One OF the neatest replies on record
must be credited 10 old Christopher
North, with whose @arrulous ways Nj
Maurice Hewlett charmed a nei9hbOr
ing column yesterday. Professor Ay-
toun of Scottish Cavalier Lays loved
and was loved by North's daughter. He
was too nervous to fax the father, SO
the blusAing girl herself asked pater
nal consent to their marriage:
"Papa's answer is on the back Of my
dress said the scholars daughter. re
turning to her trembling waiting lover
who, turning her round. read on a pin
ned slip Of paper:
with the authors compliments.
The London gamins word which
puzzled the visitors to the British In
dustries fair was NOS bogeys' or
| smokes but mould1es." Their re
quest to throw out your mouldies"
meaning coppers, is all old cry which
used to be heard on the way to EPSON
when all the world vent to the Derby
by road. Occasionally it was '.mouldy
copperS.'
Middle aged passengers on the Lon
don Tilbury and Southend railway
must often have heard the children
call out to them for '-aIouldies" when
the trains were pulled up by a signal.
But how coppers ever got this queer
name. still remains TO be explained.
into the canteen, filled with men,
eagerly but patiently waiting their
| turn for discharge, stalked pompous
drill sergeant, ready to catch as many
as might be on the rebound and enroll
them in the new army.
Some of the men were exercising
their patience by gazing at the can
; teen walls, which had been relieved of
| their baroness by variety of orders,
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| less amusing.
The sergeant's huge voice, interrupt
ing flow of humorous dialogue, broke
| in: Anyone want to volunteer for fur
Their service? If so. fall OUT"
| No rush of willing feet followed the
| challenge, but a voice came out of the
ranks: why don't you read your own
notices, sergeant And the hand
that was in partnership with the voice
| pointed to a notice on the wall which
| read:
! Don't Ask Silly questions.
| And the sergeant took the hint.
The purchase of the Field and its
associated properties by Land and
Water is a singular sequel to an old
| quarrel between editor and contributor.
Years ago that prince of naturalists,
| Frank Buckland, wrote, week after
week, of his moving adventures in the
animal kingdom, and Field received his
| productions.
He wrote natural history with such
! joy and zest, in terms ineligible to the
most sluggish mind, that he infected
an army of disciples and made nature
study an irresistible attraction. Then
after seven years. he and the Field
| uuarreled. Frank, assisted by a few
| friends, forthwith founded a rival pub
LEGATION, Land and Water, which now
absorbs the parent paper.
For all he is married and has two
beguiling little daughters, the con-
science of my friend in faraway Sos
ton gave him no peace until he enlist
cd in the American Y. NJ. c. A.
Before he had time to get to France
the armistice came, but he looked III
on me the other day on his way over
His country's wave of patriotism had
exalted him a little, and he talked
largely of London providing "a back
ground for his work in France
| did not think he was quite respect
full to our great gray city. So I tool
him in tow down Fleet street, told hin
about Drake and the Mermaid tavern
Johnson, Kit Marlowe and the rest
giving it plenty of time to sink into hi:
feverish spirit.
Then we came back to my chamber!
in Lincolns inn to partake of an Eng
lish tea. He had been talking abou
the general effeteness Of the older ma
tons, but as we came under the aget
gate into the courtyard. where TIL
birds were tWittering on the immemo