Our Chairman called for many songsters, each better than the 

 last. Mr. Cox with " John Peel " fairly brought the house down. 

 Furse wound up the evening with a few appropriate verses to the 

 tune of " As long as the world goes round." We cannot do better 

 than repeat them here. 



Some say that our Staff College Drag must soon end, 



That farmers are sickened of fences to mend. 



Well ! If this is so — which Heaven forefend ! — 



I wonder how long we shall last ? 



Why, as long as the world goes round, 



While good British farmers are found, 



As long as they live 



They'll be ready to give 



Protection to hunter and hound. 



Now Point to Point Races are all very well, 



And a horse that can win one is easy to sell, 



But when for a week it's been raining like hell, 



I wonder how long they will last ? 



As long as the world goes round, 



Will gallant young bloods be found, 



Who swear that a fall 



Is just nothing at all, 



When there's plenty of sop on the ground. 



Now what do you think of your dinner to-night ? 



The fare has been passable, faces are bright, 



And I'm glad to say no one seems to be tight, 



But I wonder how long this will last ? 



The longer the wine goes round 



The larger your heads will be found, 



And I beg you'll take care, 



When you rise from your chair, 



Or you'll possibly land on the ground. 



( 77) 



