I'll then be in the boxes,
Though now I'm in the stalls.
"TREATMENT."
Doctor. "No, Sir; it is nearly obsolete in practice. We don't Bleed now as they used to do formerly."
Atrabilious Patient. "Ah?!—not with the Lancet, you mean!"
DIARY OF A JOLLY PARTY.
Monday.—We are a party of twelve at breakfast. A merry party. With children we make fifteen. Some one reads out about Russian Influenza. We laugh. In the daytime, we ride, lounge, shoot. Dinner. Somebody is indisposed and doesn't appear. Also a child has caught cold. But Russian Influenza!—absurd!