In an article on the employment of women as dentists, the writer says: "A new charm has been added to the delights of dentistry." Optimist!
He also says that one lady "extracted 38 teeth from nine patients, and showed little signs of fatigue from it, either." But what about the nine?
We observe that Mr. Pearce, the Commonwealth Minister of Defence, fell while in his garden and broke two of his ribs, but are glad to learn that his condition is not serious. The conjunction of a rib, a garden, and a fall has in at least one previous case resulted in permanent injury.
A martyr to insomnia threatens, unless the Government stops the whistling for taxis, to let Mr. McKenna whistle for his.
Our men in the trenches are beginning to welcome the German gas-attacks. They say there is nothing like them for keeping down the rats.