An elderly and sweetly commanding lady appeared, last week in the Zoological Gardens at Bristol, where a Conservative party picnic was being held. When reporters crowded round, the lady pinked with amiability. "I was wondering as I entered the Zoo," she said, "in what category I really belong. I am too old to play with the monkeys or quack with the ducks. I do not want to be enrolled among the geese, and still less among the boars. I wonder where I belong."
"Mrs. Baldwin," said a punctilious newsgatherer, "would you favor us with an opinion on some political subject."
Soon obliging...
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