THE RIDDLE OF THE SANDS.
Turkish Camel. "WHERE TO?"
German Officer. "EGYPT."
Camel. "GUESS AGAIN."
THE REFUGEE.
"Bobby dear, can't you get Marcelle to play with you sometimes?"
"I do try, but she doesn't seem to care about it—she's always knitting. I think, mother, perhaps it might be better if, for the next war, we had a boy."