It Isnot Good Enough Tospend Time And

Summer — Summer — Summer! The Soundless Footsteps On The Grass!

From Behind A Wooden Crate We Saw A Long Black-muzzled Nose Poking Round At Us. We Took Him Out-soft, Wobbly, Tearful; Set Him Down On His Four, As Yet Not Quite Simultaneous Legs, And Regarded Him. He Wandered A Little Round Our Legs, Neither Wagging His Tail Nor Licking At Our Hands; Then He Looked Up, And My Companion Said: "he's An Angel!"

How To Save The Old That's Worth Saving, Whether In Landscape, Houses, Manners, Institutions, Or Human Types, Is One Of Our Greatest Problems, And The One That We Bother Least About.

The French Cook; We Open Tins.

Humanism Is The Creed Of Those Who Believe That In The Circle Of Enwrapping Mystery, Men's Fates Are In Their Own Hands - A Faith That For Modern Man Is Becoming The Only Possible Faith.