the Milwaukee Sentinel.]

In this one, the orchestra became a troupe of gayly appareled
ballerinas, whirling in splendid abandon, with Mr. Stock as premiere.

* * *

One lamps by the advertisements that the Fokines are to dance
Beethoven's "Moonshine" sonata. The hootch-kootch, as it were.

* * *

OFT IN THE STILLY WISCONSIN NIGHT.

Sir: California may have the most sunshine, but I'll bet Wisconsin has
the most moonshine.

E. C. M.

* * *

Did ever a presidential candidate say a few kind words for art and
literature, intimate the part they play in the civilizing of a nation,
and promise to further them by all means in his power, that the people
should not sink deeper into the quagmire of materialism? Probably not.

* * *

"Hercules, when only a baby, strangled two servants," according to a
bright history student. Nobody thought much about it in those days, as
there were plenty to be had.

* * *

Absolute zero in entertainment has been achieved. A young woman recited
or declaimed the imperishable Eighteenth Amendment in an Evanston
church.

* * *

With Jedge Landis at the head of grand baseball and Mary Garden at the
head of grand opera, the future of the greatest outdoor and indoor
sports is temporarily assured.

* * *

Rome toddled before its fall.

The Delectable River.

I.--DOCTOR MAYHEW'S SHOP.

Stibbs the Grocer zigzagged like a dragon-fly about his crowded store.
Within the hour the supplies for our woodland cruise were packed in
boxes and tagged, and ready for transportation. It was a brisk
transaction; for Stibbs it was only one incident in a busy day. Outside
the trolley clanged, and a Saturday crowd footed the main street of the
Canadian city by the falls of the Saint Mary. It was hard to realize
that solitude and a primal hush were only a few hours away.

I contrasted the activity in the store of Stibbs with the drowse that
hung over another shop in the North Country where, in earlier years, I
used to buy my supplies. Doctor Mayhew kept the shop, which flourished
until a pushing Scandinavian set up a more pretentious establishment;
after which the Doctor's shop faded away like the grin of Puss of
Cheshire. One could not buy groceries of the Doctor in a hurry; one had
no wish to. I always allowed the forenoon, as