The courts their dun-grey habit keep, Their velvet-green the sacred lawns; The rooks that marred our matin sleep Still devastate the golden dawns; Beneath my westward windows still the same bridge Sags in the centre as of old; In fact, in all essential matters Cambridge Preserves its ancient mould. Slight innovations have occurred That rudely on your senses strike; Our innocence had never heard The hooting of the motor-bike; And though you might approve, with your rich tresses, The vogue of leaving off your hat, I with a crust that loathes the wind's caresses-- I should revolt at that. But for the rest there's little strange; Still Cam pursues his torpid way; 'Tis we alone who suffer change (I could not stick the course to-day); New generations lash the same old river, Spurt up the Long Reach, bump and sup; What if we pass, through weight of years or liver? Somebody keeps it up. Time may have weaned us long ago With even sterner heights to win Than when the once resilient toe Was apt to dance the daylight in; No doubt we've grown in wisdom since we started, But I would give my head (with brain) Just to be back there, young and agile-hearted, Just for one June again. O. S. * * * * * AUTHORSHIP FOR ALL. [In this series Mr. Punch presents a few specimens of the work of his newly-established Literary Ghost Bureau, which supplies appropriate Press contributions on any subject and over any signature. Terms and simple self-measurement form on application.] I.--THE RESPONSIBILITIES OF GENIUS. _By Miss Dinkie Devereux, the renowned Film Favourite._ The Editor of _The Weekly Newsbag_ has kindly asked me to write an article on the duty which we denizens of Flickerland owe to the public. This, it happens, is a subject that has long given me "furiously to think," as a witty Frenchman once said in French. It may be of interest, by the way, to state that I am myself partly of Gallic extraction, my mother having been a Lyons girl before she was enabled to open a tea-shop of her own; and, although born and bred in what I am proud to call my native country, I can even now act just as fluently in a French film as in an all-British production.