Is it that which is experienced by the poor North Pole seeker whose ship is wrecked, leaving him stranded on an iceberg with nothing to eat but candles, and nothing to drink but dew, and no dew at that?
Or is it the shipwrecked mariner who has drifted for many days on the face of the deep with no place to land but on the shores of an island inhabited by anti-vegetarians?
Or is it the poor Christian who is on the eve of playing an important part in a Turkish massacre?
No! The only real misery is that felt by the small boy who has to go to school this fine circus weather.
THE ANNUAL TRAGEDY
