Motto for rival town council: "There's no moss on us."
Sandy (newly arrived in the Canadian forest land). "Whatna beast's yon?"
Native. "A young moose."
Sandy. "Och, haud yer tongue! If that's a young moose I'd like to see ane o' yer auld rats!"
MUSICAL NOTES.
As a concrete protest against Jumbomania, or the worship of mammoth dimensions, the prodigious success of Tiny Titus, America's latest wonder-child, is immensely reassuring. In the Albert Hall, where he made his début amid scenes of corybantic enthusiasm last week, the diminutive virtuoso was hardly visible to the naked eye. (As a matter of fact he is only 21 inches high and weighs just under 11 lb.) Yet by his colossal personality he dominated the vast assemblage and inspired the orchestra to such feats of dynamic diabolism as entirely eclipsed the most momentous achievements of any full-grown conductor from Nero to Nikisch.