THE HARDENING EFFECTS OF WAR.
If the Brontosaurus came to London.
Mrs. Smythe de Willoughby. "Was the grocer's boy impudent again this morning, Clara, when you telephoned the order?"
Clara. "'E was, mum! but I didn't 'arf give 'im wot for. I sez, 'Who d'yer blinkin' well think you're a-talkin' to? I'm Mrs. Smythe der Willoughby!"
ELIZABETH AND HER YOUNG MAN.
The study door burst open and one end of Elizabeth—the articulate end—was jerked into view.