The Weekly will return Maintaining Britain's Standards wholly © the weekly science combine Ladies! Beware of the chap Who entreats you to sit on his lap. It may seem quite gay In the style of the day But it ends with you both in a flap. limerick archive Sir: Nobody move! This is a robbery. Put... Wait, I've mixed this up. I must have dropped off my letter to The Weekly outside the bank, then posted myself to your magazine. Dammit. And I probably smashed all my arms and legs forcing myself through the letterbox as well. This is greatly embarrassing. Mike Bourbon Cricklade letters from the editor archive I am the Master Of Riddles. Can you untangle my devious glottic knots? Two brothers we are Great burdens we bear We always are bitterly pressed Yet this I must say We are full all the day And empty when we go to rest. Question: Who are they? Answer: They are the McMoodle Brothers, who had to step in unexpectedly to take over the family business of McMoodle Quilt-Irons when their father, Strawberry McMoodle, fell into a glockenspiel, and have exhaustingly been fighting a complicated takeover bid from quilt-iron giant Famblasty, Metropops, Ibguzzle and Phlangey for several months, the stress of which has radically altered their metabolisms. riddle archive The BRITON'S SCIENCE has shewn that The Weekly, the magazine which strives to maintain Britain's standards, has topped* one million readers since 1871. "I can't quite make you out, the reception is terrible on this yacht," said MR MILLINGTON of this mathematically inevitable achievement. MR NASH added: "I love my frog!" * Though not, of course, in the sense of assassination. The Weekly has had cause to assassinate no more than a handful of unsatisfactory employees and some readers. The Adventures of Sexton Blake The Weekly Science Combine accidentally writes a wireless serial of improving thrills for the BBC Light Programme. (Now available in electric record and ethereal versions.) blake archive Sup from the issue broth with the random ladle. New issue every time, subject to blind unfavouring chance. feature archive search science I Am The Librarian An introduction to your community library. Cookery Corridor Another smashing recipe from Mrs Beefy. Today - baboon. "Little Wonder" Caustic Atomiser An animated item of interest to popular ladies. Performance Artist My art is not for your narrow labels. My art is free and wide and labelled, "No label." feature archive A Brisk Walk Splendid, dignified exercise. Ah! Another town for my plague. hurrah/bah archive full profile This chap's purchased an OFFICIAL THE WEEKLY T-SHAPED SHIRT and now he's working off his shame at indulging in such wasteful extravagance. You too may display similar penitence, and perhaps press hot coins guiltily into the hands of a stooped clerk for a copy of MR MILLINGTON's improving books Things About Which My Girlfriend And I Have Argued, A Certain Chemistry, Love and Other Near-Death Experiences and Instructions For Living Someone Else's Life, by patronising the The Weekly Corner Shop corner shop. Items despatched under plain wrapper, school-boys will be chased from the premises with a broom. corner shop Position: Toppered Maniac. Responsibilities: A recent attack of plaguey pigeons has resulted in several opportunities in this exciting field, which does not require you to be in a field. The toppered maniac is a bright and merry sight in our city-towns, adding spice to our evenings by appearing briefly in the peripheral vision while racing from rooftop to rooftop, and by sliding down water-spouts, looming unexpectedly from alleyways, and kidnapping people leaving a theatre or crossing a park and chopping them to pieces with an axe. The toppered maniac is expected to provide his own diabolical apparatus of deadly potential, which at the last will either turn on him, fail at a critical moment, or accompany the maniac on a death-plunge through a trapdoor into the deepness of a river. Fewer though similarly rewarding positions are available for bonneted maniacs who must be equally facile with tapping gentlemen on the shoulder playfully with a collapsed fan and baking children into pies, before perishing ultimately in a tinderwick conflagration while crooning heedlessly to a rumpled photograph of a wan, unidentified youth. Remuneration: The toppered maniac may expect an initial salary of £15 per annum, rising to £17. The bonneted maniac's scale runs from £12 per annum to £16, plus any profit which may be made from the sale of pies. Prospects: Proprietress of successful pie shop; news-paper headline; formless shadow glimpsed momentarily in a flash of lightning after a boisterous child is snugged abed ten years later by a relentlessly garrulous nurse. better yourself archive Remain UP-TO-DATE and KEENLY ABREAST with a subscription to BRITAIN'S ADVOCATE OF QUALITIES. You will receive notification by e-mail of forthcoming issues of the magazine which inspires Britons everywhere to forge ahead to a better newness. Alternatively, sub down from the list in weary satiety.    Sign up now and keep TRICKY JOHNNY DEADFELLOW in his place. BRITONS, DO YOUR DUTY. Current scores - Dead: 5,975. 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