HOPE FOR ALL.
"Coach" (to Volatile Pupil). "Are you at Theorem B or C, Mr. Titterby?"
Mr. T. "T' tell y' th' truth, Sir, I'm 'at Sea'—at Sea, Sir,—completely." [Chuckles. (He turned out an utter failure, was plucked at College, and had to take to Art-Criticism!)]