lass, with the exception of the persons who work on putting
greens. In addition to their wage, they get car-fare and two or three
meals. Why? Because it is not generally known that a mere man, with a
washing machine and a bucket of solution, can do more washing in three
hours than a washlady does in three days.

* * *

What do they mean "industrial unrest"? Industry never rested so
frequently or for such protracted periods.

* * *

The natives of Salvador can neither read nor write, but their happy days
are numbered. The Baptist church is going to spend three millions on
their conversion. Their capacity for resistance is not so great as that
of the Chinese. Do you remember what Henry Ward Beecher said of the
Chinese? "We have clubbed them, stoned them, burned their houses, and
murdered some of them, yet they refuse to be converted. I do not know
any way except to blow them up with nitroglycerine, if we are ever to
get them to heaven."

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"Do you not know," writes Persephone, "that with the coming of all this
water, all imagination and adventure have fled the world?" Just what we
were thinking t'other evening, when we dissipated a few hours with our
good gossip the Doctor. "I am," said he, pouring out a meditative
three-fingers, "in favor of prohibition; and I believe that some
substitute for this stuff will be found."

We pursued that lane of thought a while, until it debouched into a
desert. The Doctor then took down the works of Byron, and read
aloud--touching the high spots in "English Bards and Scotch Reviewers,"
"Don Juan," "Childe Harold," "The Prisoner of Chillon"--pausing ever and
anon to replenish the glasses. It was midnight ere the book was returned
to its shelf.

It was a delightful evening. And we wondered whether, without the
excellent bourbon and the cigars, we should not have had enough of
Byron by 10:30.

* * *

An English publisher binds all his books in red because, having watched
women choosing books in the libraries, he found that they looked first
at the red-bound ones. Does that coincide with your experience, my dear?

* * *

Our interest in Mr. Wells' "Outline of History" has been practically
ruined by learning from a geologist that Mr. Wells' story of creation is
frightfully out of date. Should he not have given another twenty-four
hours to so large an opus?

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