doctor a total stranger. These colleges are doing a great
wrong in preparing these female doctors for the war path, and we desire
to enter a protest in behalf of twenty million men who could not stand
the pressure.

CROSSMAN'S GOAT.

Mr. Crossman, of Marshall street, is a man who was once a boy himself,
if his memory serves him, and no boy of his is going to ask him for
anything that is in his power to purchase and be refused. But when
his boy asked him to buy a goat Mr. Crossman felt hurt. It was not
the expense of the goat that he looked at, but he never had felt that
confidence in the uprightness of the moral character of a goat that he
wanted to feel.

A goat he always associated in his mind with a tramp, and he did not
feel like bringing among the truly good children of the neighborhood a
goat. He told his boy that he was sorry he had lavished his young and
tender affections on a goat, and hoped that he would try and shake off
the feeling that his life's happiness would be wrecked if he should
refuse to buy him a goat. The boy put his sleeve up over his eyes and
began to shed water, and that settled it.

Mr. Crossman's religion is opposed to immersion, and when the infant
baptism began his proud spirit was conquered, and he told the boy
to lead on and he would buy the goat. They went over into the Polack
settlement and a Countess there, who takes in washing, was bereaved of
the goat, while Mr. Crossman felt that he was a dollar out of pocket.

Now that he thinks of it, Mr. Crossman is confident that the old lady
winked as he led the goat away by a piece of clothes line, though at the
time he looked upon the affair as an honorable business transaction. If
he had been buying a horse he would have asked about the habits of the
animal, and would probably have taken the animal on trial. But it never
occurred to him that there was any cheating in goats.

The animal finally pulled Mr. Crossman home, at the end of the clothes
line, and was placed in a neighbor's barn at eventide to be ready for
the morning's play, refreshed. About 6 o'clock in the morning, Mr.
Crossman was looking out of his window when he saw the neighboring lady
come out of the barn door head first, and the goat was just taking its
head away from her polonaise in a manner that Mr. Crossman considered,
with his views of propriety, decidedly impolite.

Believing there was some misunderstanding, and that the goat was
jealous of a calf that was