"This Here Progress," Said Mr. Tom Smallways, "It Keeps On."
"You'D Hardly Think It Could Keep On," Said Mr. Tom Smallways.
It Was Along Before The War In the Air Began That Mr. Smallways
Made This Remark. He Was Sitting on The Fence At The End Of His
Garden And Surveying the Great Bun Hill Gas-Works With An Eye
That Neither Praised nor Blamed. Above The Clustering gasometers
Three Unfamiliar Shapes Appeared, Thin, Wallowing bladders That
Flapped and Rolled about, And Grew Bigger And Bigger And Rounder
And Rounder--Balloons In course Of Inflation For The South Of
England Aero Club'S Saturday-Afternoon Ascent.