An advertisement from The Times:—"Big Game Expedition. Private and public shooting. Polar bears, musk oxen, walrus and seals arranged." This is not so easy as it sounds, for, ten to one, as soon as you have got the beasts arranged one of those plaguey musk oxen will spoil the whole thing by moving out of its place.
A remarkable story is being told of the sagacity of a horse belonging to Captain Watson, of Ardow, Mull. It lost a shoe, and, managing to get out of the field where it was grazing, travelled a considerable distance to a blacksmith, who was astonished to find the horse standing in front of the door holding up a fore-leg. The horse was shod, and then—we are afraid the rest of the story makes ugly reading—coolly galloped off without paying.
"After the annexation of Alsace by Germany the baron stayed some years in Paris, and became an intimate friend of Chopin."
Andover Advertiser.
Never realising that Chopin had died more than twenty years before.
From a beauty specialist's advertisement:—