“Wan minute, Pat,” said Biddy softly. “Ye’ve set me thinkin’.”
From a French journal comes this little anecdote of a tutor and his royal pupil.
The lesson was in Roman history, and the prince was unprepared.
“We come now to the Emperor Caligula. What do you know about him, prince?”
The question was followed by a silence that was becoming awkward when it was broken by the diplomatic tutor. “Your highness is right,” he said, “perfectly right. The less said about this emperor the better.”
The following copies of queer advertisements have been collected and printed by club women:
“Bulldog for sale; will eat anything; is very fond of children.”
“Lost—Near Highgate Archway, an umbrella belonging to a gentleman with a bent rib and a bone handle.”