Our very busiest Society Portrait Painter (who has rushed back to his studio after a luncheon in Park Lane). "I'm late, Mrs. Faulkner. Anybody come?"
Studio Caretaker. "Yes, Sir. I've already shown a lady up to the dressing-room."
Portrait Painter. "Is it the Countess of West Middlesex or Lady Vera Valtravers?"
Studio Caretaker. "I'm sure I can't say, Sir. They're that covered up with powder and paint I can't tell one from t'other."
THE NOBLEST WORK OF MAN.
[In an article on Animal Training it has been stated that "wolves are so stupid it is a waste of time trying to do anything with them," and that "it is a wonderful tribute to the trainer's skill that he has succeeded in evolving so faithful a companion as the dog from this unpromising material.">[
Full many a time when I've been overwrought,
And all has seemed beset by doubts and fogs,
I have gleaned ample comfort from the thought,