e open wold.

And long as I listened beside the stile
The larches echoed that eerie sound,
Steady and tireless, mile on mile,
The hunting cry of a single hound.

W.H.O.

* * * * *

"FAMILIES SUPPLIED."

"Village General Stores Wanted for dis. soldier: also widow and
daughter; price no object if genuine."--_Daily Paper._

* * * * *

"H.B. Playford is 6 feet 5 inches, or thereabouts, in height, has a
fabulous reach, and weighs 13-1/2 stone. He rowed No. 8 in the Jesus
four, beaten by Leander at Henley."--_Times._

A fabulous reach indeed! So fabulous that it made the four look as long as
an eight.

* * * * *

THE AMALGAMATED SOCIETY OF PASSENGERS.

"I've hit on something at last," cried Charles exultantly, throwing himself
down on my second-best armchair.

"I wish you wouldn't hit on it so hard," I complained; "the springs are
half-broken already. What's the trouble?"

"Have you ever heard," he inquired, "of the black-coated salariat?"

"The egg of the greater green-backed woodpecker--"

"It isn't a bird," he said; "it's a class of people that works with its
brains. And the hand of Labour, according to my evening paper, is being
held out to it."

"But suppose one wears a pepper-and-salt suit," I said, "and writes
'Society Gossip.' What about that?"

"That's just my point. All these accepted lines of distinction are
absolutely wrong. It isn't what people work at that divides them, it's the
way they travel to their work. Sir THOMAS MALORY knew that. When _Lancelot_
was going to rescue _Guinevere_ he had his white horse badly punctured by a
bushment of archers and had to finish the journey in a woodcutter's cart.
And that was a great disgrace to him and made the _Queen's_ ladies laugh.
It would be just the same with the typists of a rich employer if his
motor-car broke down and he had to arrive in a bus. How do you get to town
in the morning yourself?"

"I am a Tuber," I said sadly. "Every bright morning I say I will go by bus,
but when I reach the Tube station the draught sucks me in through the door,
the man grabs me by the collar, throws me into the sink, lifts up the plug
and down we go into the drain-pipe together. I think I have the brand of
Tubal Cain on my brow. It is a kind of perpetual crease--"

"I too Tube," said Charles; "but I know many eminently respectable b