We helped some little heart to beat
And taught some little face to smile.
R. C. L.
"Monitors at work off Knocke," says The Daily Mail, and by way of reply the Germans knocked off work.
THE PATRIOT.
This is a true story. Unless you promise to believe me, it is not much good my going on.... You promise? Very well.
Years ago I bought a pianola. I went into the shop to buy a gramophone record, and I came out with a pianola—so golden-tongued was the manager. You would think that one could then retire into private life for a little, but it is only the beginning. There is the music-stool to be purchased, the library subscription, the tuner's fee (four visits a year, if you please), the cabinet for the rolls, the man to oil the pedals, the——however, one gets out of the shop at last. Nor do I regret my venture. It is common talk that my pianola was the chief thing about me which attracted Celia. "I must marry a man with a pianola," she said ... and there was I ... and here, in fact, we are. My blessings, then, on the golden tongue of the manager.