A Poem from 1921 - The Flying Fish Sailor
THE salt spray drips from every line of these verses which Punch, forgetting Irish troubles and Washington conferences, regales himself with, perhaps, after the manner of the old Greeks in their exile, to remind himself that he is still John Bull:
THE FLYING-FISH SAILOR
(Old Style)
BY C. F. S.
“The Western Ocean rolls and roars
From Sandy Hook to [...]







