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 But the uninstructed alien, from the Teuton to the Gaul, Was entrapped, once more, my country, by that suave, deceptive drawl.

As it was in ancient Suez or 'neath wilder, milder skies, I "observe with apprehension" when the racial ructions rise; And with keener apprehension, if I read the times aright, Hear the old casino order: "Watch your man, but be polite.

"Keep your temper. Never answer (that was why they spat and swore). Don't hit first, but move together (there's no hurry) to the door. Back to back, and facing outward while the linguist tells 'em how— "Nous sommes allong ah notre batteau, nous ne voulong pas un row.'"

So the hard, pent rage ate inward, till some idiot went too far ... "Let 'em have it!" and they had it, and the same was merry war. Fist, umbrella, cane, decanter, lamp and beer-mug, chair and boot Till behind the fleeing legions rose the long, hoarse yell for loot.

Then the oil-cloth with its numbers, like a banner fluttered free; Then the grand piano cantered, on three castors, down the quay; White, and breathing through their nostrils, silent, systematic, swift They removed, effaced, abolished all that man could heave or lift.