links great artists together, no matter what their medium of expression. Your loving THANK YOU. P.S.-Glad you 're getting on so well with your walking. V. DEAREST THANKYOU,-Hooray, hooray, hooray-I did twenty-five walks to-day! Father counted. He says my style reminds him of CANCER VULGARIS rather. How many times can he do it? Not twenty-five on the third day, I'm sure. Isn't it splendid of me? I see now where I was wrong yesterday. I got the knack again suddenly this morning, and I'm all right now. Tomorrow I shall walk round the table. It is a longish way, and there are four turns, which I am not sure about. How do you turn? I suppose you put the right hand out? Your very loving O. D. VI. DEAR O. D.,-I am rather hurt by your letters. I have written several times to tell you all about my new pianola, and you don't seem to take any interest at all. I was going to have told you this time that the man in the flat below had sent me a note, just as if it had been a real piano. He says he doesn't mind my playing all day, so long as I don't start before eight in the morning, as he is in his bath then, and in listening to the music quite forgets to come out sometimes, which, I can see, might be very awkward. Write to yours affectionately, VII. DARLING THANKYOU,-I am SO sorry, dear, and I will come and hear your pianola to-morrow, and I think it lovely, and you must be clever to play so well; but you mustn't be angry with me because I am so taken up with my walking. You see, it is all so new to me. I feel as though I want everybody to know all about it. Your pianola must be lovely, The Tribune is such a gay irre- "Viscount and Viscountess FalkTHANKYOU. Dear THANKYOU, could sponsible paper that we are never land have left 76, Eaton Square and you, do you think, put all the letters quite sure whether it is being serious have taken 26, Upper Grosvenor we wrote to each other about my or not. Its latest headlinesStreet, where they will arrive the walking in some paper, so that other middle of November."-Morning Post. people would know how to do it the DISTRESSING OCCURRENCE IN OUR PARISH. Bobbie (who has been taken to Harvest Festival, but is considered too young to stay for the sermon--fortissimo). "Boo--1100-I-WANT-TO-STOP-TO-DESSERT!" Hunting Notes. "MOTOR MATTERS. DO DOGS RUN BETTER AT NIGHT?" London's Congested Traffic. way I do? You might call it Letters may of course be only a bitter jest Things one could have put differently. on Walking, or How to Walk, or- at a deservedly popular sport. but you could get a better title than I could. Do! Two cuttings from a contemporary: "The Right Hon. James Bryce, Professor Flinders Petrie, Professor Archibald Sayce, Sir Harry Johnston, Sir Robert K. Douglas, are but one or two of the distinguished historians whose services have been secured." "The Restaurant was very full last evening. Among others dining were to be seen Sir Shirley and Lady M., Sir J. C.-B., Mr. and Mrs. C., Lord H., and one or two others." Landlord. "'OPE YOU WON'T 'AVE ANY OBJECTION, SIR, TO MY PUTTING A SUBSCRIPTION LIST UP IN THE BAR FOR THE BENEFIT OTHE WIDOW OF GILES THE WAGGONER, AS DIED LAST SATURDAY?" Rector. "CERTAINLY, IF YOU WISH TO." Landlord. "THANKYE, SIR. 'E WAS A MAN AS OUGHT TO BE ENCOURAGED. CONSIDERATE TO HIS 'OSSES; 'E ALWAYS STOPPED 'ERE TO REST 'EM ON 'IS WAY UP THE 'ILL." LIFE AND JOY. I WATCHED him shuffle along the street A figure of woe with shoeless feet, And an unbrimmed hat with a battered crown. His coat was of holes which were held together By shreds that played at defying the weather; And he looked at me with a drunken leer, And he laughed and he sang and he shouted, "I've Been over the world, and now I'm here. Isn't it funny to be alive?". The penniless ghosts forlorn and grim Who trail to the Styx and wail and wait, Would each and all have saluted him 66 With a Join us, brother, and mourn your fate." Songs that a bridegroom might contrive, It struck me full in the face, this cry 66 Tell me, you that are blithe and jolly, What is your cure for melancholy?" But the ricketty scarecrow turned on me, And I saw a flame in his eyes revive, And "None of your talk," he cried, "he cried, "d'ye see? Isn't it funny to be alive?" And so he staggered and shouted on Over the bridge, where the lights shone bright, As if he were leaving Acheron, Instead of the Thames on a summer night; So filled with general joy and laughter Isn't it funny to be alive?" R. C. L. Mr. Punch, being always ready to help those in pain, begs to offer his services to the two gentlemen who advertise in The Daily Chronicle as follows: CONFEC., Tob., Newsagent's; 8 rs., ev. con.; r. 188. 6d. inc., lets 168.; tde. £10; suit cyclist, f'ballers. Harrison's, 2." MILK.-Marr. Man, 27, seeks Sit., c., v., or p. ; ex. per. refs any abs. W." dis.; In Mr. Punch's opinion "Harrison's 2" should lead his fourth best, while W. must use a longer string if he I really wants to spin it properly. THE COQUETTE. PEER (to MISS TORY DEMOCRACY). "WHO'S YOUR FRIEND?" MISS TORY DEMOCRACY. "CHARMING PERSON. WELL WORTH KNOWING. IF I GAVE HIM A DANCE LATER ON." SOCIALIST (to himself). "WHAT HO! SHE STOOPS!" Old Fell Man. "WELL, AR NIVER WOR BET BY A JOB YET. AR DO ALWAYS SAAY, IF AR FOUND AS A JOB WERE LIKE TO BET ME---AR'D RATHER GO AWAAY AND LEAVE IT." BLANCHE'S LETTERS 66 equine trousseau was on view, and gone into business as trainers here we all took presents and drank her at headquarters, advised me and health, hoping she won't figure out Newmarket, Saturday. as one of the slack mothers so DEAREST DAPHNE, -I'm in charity much in evidence a little while ago. with all the world, for I'd a little She was self-possessed and gracious, flutter on the Cesarewitch, and it quite an ideal hostess, and showed came up heads, and I'm simply such a keen appreciation of her own rolling. I've nothing to tell you wedding-cake that, had she been about dress here. A few people allowed a free hand, or rather hoof, wore velvet (a velvet autumn always she 'd have finished it. Dear old follows a lace summer, if you notice), girl! I hope I may ever have one as but, at Newmarket, Sport is spelled good! D'you prick up your ears at with a big S and frocks take a back seat. bought for me at the Doncaster Sales. I've a lovely lot of yearlings with all the proper strains, Blair Athol and Pocahontas and all that sort of thing, and No. 19 blood, and the Ormonde touch; and I've an own sister to Pretty Polly and a son of Flying Fox. They've all got Derby engagements, for I'm out to win the Derby and nothing less. Before I"fold my arms like the Arabs and as silently steal away," I must know how it feels to carry off what MILTON The heroines of the day are Givecalls "the blue riband of the Turf." 'em-beans and MARY JERMYN. (I I'm already thinking what sort of always forget to remember she's frock I'll wear to lead in the winner. Mrs. DODDERIDGE. She has put her But who's to know what kind of old General somewhere to be taken sleeve or skirt will be correct then? care of, and is just as free as she ever It's a horrid age to wait. I must was.) With her recent triumph, something that can gallop. own that, when I first saw my highGive-'em-beans closes her racing I'd a lot of trouble in coaxing class youngsters, I found them a bit career, and is leaving "the Profes- JOSIAH into letting me become an disappointing--so frightfully leggy, sion," to subside, next spring, into owner. But I've promised and you know. However, that will imdomestic life. To celebrate this, vowed that, as soon as I've won a prove every day, and, as CROPPY MARY JERMYN gave a hen-party, Derby, I'll be satisfied and will drop says, when you buy race-horses, it which was great fun. There was a my gees! is a deal in legs and not much huge wedding-cake all done with CROPPY and NORTY VAVASSOR and else. I've had all their horoscopes sugar beans, and with a statuette of two more of them that you don't done by Professor CITALOTTI, and the mare in sugar on the top. The know, FREDDY and BILLY, who 've he thinks there's a Derby among that? Yes, my dear, your BLANCHE |