Cheese, Like Oil, Makes Too Much Of

Weather In Towns Is Like A Skylark In A Counting-house-out Of Place And In The Way.

In The Church Is A Memorial To Mrs. Sarah Hill, Who Bequeathed 1 Pound Annually, To Be Divided At Easter, Between Two Boys And Two Girls Who "have Never Been Undutiful To Their Parents; Who Have Never Been Known To Swear Or To Tell Untruths, To Steal, Or To Break Windows." Fancy Giving Up All That For Five Shillings A Year! It Is Not Worth It!

In The Future There Are Going To Be No Pretty Girls, For The Simple Reason There Will Be No Plain Girls Against Which To Contrast Them. Of Late I Have Done Some Systematic Reading Of Ladies Papers. The Plain Girl Submits To A Course Of "treatment." In Eighteen Months She Bursts Upon Society An Acknowledged Beauty.

A Boy's Muscles Move Quicker Than His Thoughts.

It Is A Most Extraordinary Thing, But I Never Read A Patent Medicine Advertisement Without Being Impelled To The Conclusion That I Am Suffering From The Particular Disease Therein Dealt With In Its Most Virulent Form.