Orders In Deacon's Orders
She Combeth Not Her Head She Cometh Not, She Said
Trial of a Servant Trail of the Serpent
Essays of a Liar Essays of Elia
Soap and Tables AEsop's Fables
Pocketbook's Hill Puck of Pook's Hill
Dentist's Infirmary Dante's Inferno
Holy Smoke Divine Fire_

One librarian has the following entries in a card catalog:

Lead Poisoning
Do, Kindly Light.

A distinguished librarian is a good follower of Chesterton. He says: "To
my way of thinking, a great librarian must have a clear head, a strong
hand and, above all, a great heart. Such shall be greatest among
librarians; and when I look into the future, I am inclined to think that
most of the men who will achieve this greatness will be women."

Many catalogers append notes to the main entries of their catalogs. Here
are two:

_An Ideal Husband_:
Essentially a work of fiction,
and presumably written by a
woman (unmarried).

_Aspects of Home Rule_:
Political, not domestic.

In a branch library a reader asked for _The Girl He Married_ (by James
Grant.) This happened to be out, and the assistant was requested to
select a similar book. Presumably he was a benedict, for he returned
triumphantly with _His Better Half_ (by George Griffith).

"Have you _A Joy Forever_?" inquired a lady borrower.

"No," replied the assistant librarian after referring to the
stock. "Dear me, how tiresome," said the lady; "have you Praed?" "Yes,
madam, but it isn't any good," was the prompt reply.

LIFE

Life's an aquatic meet--some swim, some dive, some back water, some
float and the rest--sink.

I count life just a stuff
To try the soul's strength on.

--_Robert Browning_.

May you live as long as you like,
And have what you like as long as you live.

"Live, while you live," the epicure would say,
"And seize the pleasures of the present day;"
"Live, while you live," the sacred Preacher cries,
"And give to God each moment as it flies."
"Lord, in my views let both united be;
I live in _pleasure_, when I live to _Thee_."

--_Philip Doddridge_.

This world that we're a-livin' in
Is mighty hard to beat,
For you get a thorn with every rose--
But ain't the roses sweet!

Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff