me Nature has
decreed women shall wear this fall and winter."

* * *

In considering additions to the Academy of Immortals shall Anna
Quaintance be forgot? She lives in Springfield.

* * *

A box-office man has won the politeness prize. Topsy-turvy world, did
you say?

* * *

We lamp by the rural correspondence that Mrs. Alfred Snow of Chili,
Wis., is on her way to Bismarck, N. D. It is suggested that she detour
to Hot Springs and warm up a bit.

* * *

_BLAKE COMES BACK._

_Little Ford, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee gas and bade thee speed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee cushions hard and tight,
Bumpy tires small and white;
Gave thee such a raucous voice,
Making all the deaf rejoice?
Little Ford, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?_

_Little Ford, I'll tell thee,
Little Ford, I'll tell thee.
He is called by thy name,
Henry Ford, the very same.
He is meek and he is mild,
Is pacific as a child.
He a child and thou a Ford,
You are called the same word.
Little Ford, God bless thee!
Little Ford, God bless thee!_

_B. L._

* * *

EVERYBODY CAME IN A FORD.

[From the Milwaukee Sentinel.]

Miss Evelyn Shallow, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Peter Shallow, and Raymond
Bridger, both of Little River, were married recently at Oconto.

* * *

Considering the pictorial advertisements, A. B. Walkley finds that that
triumphant figure of the active, bustling world, the business man,
divides his day somewhat as follows: He begins with his toilet, which
seems to center in or near his chin, which is prominent, square, firm,
and smooth; even the rich, velvety lather cannot disguise it. The
business man collects safety razors; he collects collars, too. He seems
to be in the habit of calling in his friends to see how perfectly his
shirt fits at the neck. Once dressed, he goes to his office and is to be
found at an enormous desk bristling with patent devices, pleasantly
gossiping with another business man. You next find him in evening dress
at the dinner table, beaming at the waiter who has brought him his
favorite sauce. Lastly you have a glimpse of him in pajamas, discoursing
with several other business men in pajamas, all sitting cross-legged and
smoking enormous cigars. This is the end of a