Both were getting on well when our reporter left.
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EXTRACT FROM REPORT OF THE G.O.M.'S BIRTHDAY SPEECH AT HAWARDEN:--
[Illustration: _G.O.M._ (_to himself_). "I hope Lawson isn't looking
at me."]
"And I do not hesitate to betray to you this secret, that not
infrequently in the summer months, when winding my way homewards after
midnight, sometimes very long after it, from the House of Commons,
I have stopped my course for a moment by the side of the drinking
fountain in Great George Street, Westminster, when there was nobody
to look at me, and have indulged in the refreshing draught which was
there afforded me, feeling at the same time that I was not performing
any action which could expose me to the resentment or displeasure of
my excellent friend whose name is well known to you all--Sir WILFRID
LAWSON."
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I'D BE A CRIMINAL.
A SONG OF THE RULING SENSATION.
TUNE--_I'D BE A BUTTERFLY_.
I'd be a criminal, born in a slum,
Where refuse, and rowdies, and raggedness meet;
For when to the court for my trial I come,
I'll be gazed on by all that is gracious and sweet.
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