unduly noisy (for art, not for life
perhaps), and they overdid their parts, being not only rowdy in the
absence, and abject in the presence, of authority, but different kinds
of children--not merely the same children in two moods.

Altogether a pleasant play pleasantly and competently performed.

T.

* * * * *

"CABINET LEEKAGE."--Daily Paper.

Now why, we wonder, do they spell it that way?

* * * * *

Alleged Cannibalism in the German Navy.

"The prisoners got the same food as the submarine crew. Here is
the bill of fare: Breakfast consisted of coffee, black bread,
submarine commander and he pilot."

_Provincial Paper._

* * * * *

"Jimmy Wilde, the fly-weight champion, took part in two contests
at Woolwich on Saturday, winning them both with great ease.
Darkey Saunders, Camberwell, was beaten in three
months."--_Burton Daily Mail._

The reporter also seems to have been knocked out of time.

* * * * *

"If the area of the garden cannot be increased, the quantity and
quality of the crops should be improved by the extra hour of
daylight."--_The Times._

For this discovery our contemporary is hereby recommended for the famous
Chinese Order of the Excellent Crop.

* * * * *

"A letter sent on Friday saying, 'We are starting a central mess
for 1,200 men on Monday,' and asking: 'Can you send cooks?'
brings as a reply 24 trained women cooks, who roll up their
sleeves and cook breakfast for the number stated inside 12
hours!"

_The Times._

What was breakfast to some must have been supper to others.

* * * * *

MUSINGS ON MILK-CANS.

When I travel up to London by an early morning train
Or return into the country when the day is on the wane,
At the smallest railway station
There's a dreadful demonstration
Which causes me unmitigated pain.

I'm aware that milk is needed for our infant girls and boys;
That it aids adult dyspeptics to regain "digestive poise";
But I've never comprehended
Why its transport is attended
By the maximum of diabolic noise.

I admit the railway porter who can deftly twirl a can
In each hand along the platform is no ordinary man;
But what kills me is the banging
An