Children Are Given Us To Discourage Our

Think How Many Blameless Lives Are Brightened By The Blazing Indiscretions Of Other People.

The Censorious Said She Slept In A Hammock And Understood Yeats's Poems, But Her Family Denied Both Stories.

The Man Is A Common Murderer. A Common Murderer, Possible, But A Very Uncommon Cook.

The Cat Of The Slums And Alleys, Starved, Outcast, Harried, Still Keeps Amid The Prowlings Of Its Adversity The Bold, Free, Panther-tread With Which It Paced Of Yore The Temple Courts Of Thebes, Still Displays The Self-reliant Watchfulness Which Man Has Never Taught It To Lay Aside.

Romance At Short Notice Was Her Speciality.