It is cabled that Paris has taken a "cellar census" and has been found to possess 27,656 cellars capable of sheltering 1,720,000 people in the event of an air raid. So "progress" marches on.

When you have gone and I have gone
      Beyond the ken of earthly things,
Yet watch the old race carry on
   As to precarious life it clings,
Gazing together from afar,
Perched on some fixed or unfixed star,
   We may find cause to meditate
   Full thankfully upon our fate.

And you shall say -- or I shall say:
      Those were man's great days, yours and mine,
Before his glories passed away,
   His kingship fell into decline,
When he walked proudly o'er the earth
Questing his joy at its broad girth
   Ere fear and folly claimed his soul
   And bade him emulate the mole.

And you shall gaze and I shall gaze
      In pity from our distant star
And witness, thro' the cosmic haze
   Earth's bosom scored by many a scar
Where in and out, in furtive haste
Strange, pallid little creatures raced,
   Short-limbed, large-pawed, with small weak eyes
   That feared to look up to the skies.

We'll watch the timid little gnomes,
      So altered now in shape from us,
Peer from their subterranean homes
   Half vengefully, half curious;
Then, at the barking of a gun,
Back to their holes we'll watch them run.
   And I shall say -- or you shall say:
   "These were earth's masters in our day."

"Den"
Herald, 7 June 1938, p6