"--_Yorkshire Paper._
In Yorkshire the new policeman's lot doesn't seem to be a very happy
one.
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HEART-TO-HEART TALKS.
(_The German CROWN PRINCE and Ex-King CONSTANTINE._)
_Crown Prince_. My poor old TINO, you are certainly not looking
yourself. Have a drink?
_Tino._ No, thank you. I really don't feel up to it.
_C. P._ But that's the moment of all others when you ought to take one.
It's good stuff too--bubbly wine out of the cellar of one of my French
chateaux. Come, I'll pour you out a glass.
_Tino._ Well, if I must I must (_drinks_). Yes, there's no fault to be
found with it.
_C. P._ You're looking better already. Now you can tell me all about it.
_Tino_ (_bitterly_). Oh, there's not much to tell, except that I was
lured on by the promise of help, and when the crisis came there was no
help, and so I had to go.
_C. P._ (_humming an air_).
And so, and so
He had, he had to go.
_Tino_. I beg your pardon.
_C. P._ Sorry, old man, but the words fitted into the tune so nicely I
really couldn't resist trying it. Fire ahead.
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