"The Berlin critics have been accusing Mr. Bernard Shaw of having committed in his 'Pygmalion,' produced in Germany the other day, a plagiarism from Smollett's novel, 'Peregrine Pickle.' Mr. Shaw denies that he has ever read the novel in question, and, in an interview in the London 'Observer,' remarks: 'The suggestion of the German papers that I had Pygmalion produced in Germany lest I should be detected in my own country of plagiarism, shows an amusing ignorance of English culture.'"—Yorkshire Evening Post.
It does. Why even our most cultured countryman, Mr. BERNARD SHAW, has never read Peregrine Pickle.
"Mr. Spademan, of Woodnewton, Northants, placed a dozen eggs under a hen some time ago, and there were hatched out thirteen chickens, one of the eggs being double-yolked. All the young birds are doing well.
Burroughes and Watts' billiard tables for accuracy."—Birmingham Daily Mail.
They are, in fact, a lesson to Mr. STADEMAN's hens.
LACONICS.
"As a matter of fact," said the doctor, "you ought not to speak at all. But that's asking too much. So let it go at this—not a word more than is necessary. Good-bye.",
He left the room and I lay back pondering on his instructions. How many words were really necessary?