Semper Idem.

I dream

Of tall white sails

On sparkling summer seas:

Of flying

In an aeroplane

(Like the one out the window),

Of winter games

And wind-whipped, rosy cheeks.

I think

Of Communist fanatics

Raving:

And of capitalist bigots

sneering:

Of other world-wide interests.

I think

Of the film I saw last night

And the film-star:

Of one who saw it with me.

I sigh

And return to the monotonous drone

Of the endless, dreary complications

Of Ancient Anglo-Saxon.

We are pleased to announce that the members of the Literary Society who visited the Turnbull Library last week were able to resist the temptation of tearing Bernard Shaw's autograph from the Visitors' Book.

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