Give An Average Baby A Fair Chance,

There Are Many Families Where The Whole Interest Of Life Is Centered Upon The Dog.

Seek Out Some Retired And Old-world Spot, Far From The Madding Crowd, And Dream Away A Sunny Week Among Its Drowsy Lanes - Some Half-forgotten Nook, Hidden Away By The Fairies, Out Of Reach Of The Noisy World - Some Quaint-perched Eyrie On The Cliffs Of Time, From Whence The Surging Waves Of The Nineteenth Century Would Sound Far-off And Faint.

It Takes 3 Girls To Tow Always; Two To Hold The Rope, And The Other One Runs Round And Round, And Giggles.

I Saw A Great Newfoundland Dog The Other Day Sitting In Front Of A Mirror At The Entrance To A Shop In Regent's Circus, And Examining Himself With An Amount Of Smug Satisfaction That I Have Never Seen Equaled Elsewhere Outside A Vestry Meeting.

Contented, Unambitious People Are All Very Well In Their Way. They Form A Neat, Useful Background For Great Portraits To Be Painted Against, And They Make A Respectable, If Not Particularly Intelligent, Audience For The Active Spirits Of The Age To Play Before. I Have Not A Word To Say Against Contented People So Long As They Keep Quiet.