... wmli &6 squeak Compiled by Jay Jay ON his way to California, a traveller noticed an Indian Brave lolling indolently on a station platform. With efficiency-expert technique the traveller said Chief, why don't you get yourself a job Why countered the Indian pleasantly. Well, said the other, slightly nettled, you get a job and pile up a bank account for yourself. Wouldn't you like that Why said ...

... MMLl 6dj -QU^AK II had bought a baby car, and the next week he drove it back to the showroom. I want all the wheels taken off, he -fa said, and replaced by four big ones. Then he added angrily I'm not going to have every beastly dachshund that passes barking through my windows. The town boy trying to make himself useful on the farm was asked to go and milk the cow. An hour afterwards, he ...

... By LESLIE T. BAMNAMO THE stout man with the florid face relapsed into the park seat and mopped his forehead with a huge handkerchief. not, isn t it ne said to tne otner occupant ot the seat. Hot The young man gave a smile that had no mirth, that twisted his mouth, but left his sombre eyes unchanged. You call this hot I guess you've never been abroad any where near the Lukala Kula Islands Now ...

... The following curious and absolutely true experience must not in the telling of it convey the idea that I advocate attending séances, or that I desire to ram spiritualism down anyone's unwilling throat! Years ago, out of idle curiosity, I attended three seances. At the first one, being a newcomer, I was asked to search the room which excepting for chairs was quite bare of furniture. There were ...

... I am glad to have this opportunity of relating the following providential and naturally inexplicable experience of a double warning of what would have proved a double tragedy had the premonitory voices been neglected. I have recounted the story to a few of my friends, selecting only those whom I considered of a kindred spirit, fearing to be judged a romancer or one addicted to telling tall ...

... During the summer of 1924 I had before me a very attractive list of health and pleasure resorts in Scotland from among which I found it difficult indeed to make a decisive and final choice. The consequence of much weighing of pro's and con's of this and that town was that the holidays (August) arrived, and I was compelled to make a hurried decision, so plumped for a golfing spell at Nairn. ...

... A/T y husband and I had been married four years before our prospective hopes of a little child were realised. How happy we were as we tried to prepare ourselves for our new duties and planned his future. Life suddenly assumed a grander, more wonderful aspect. Sometimes I wondered, never morbidly, if I would survive his birth -of his life I never doubted was he not an answer to prayers The ...

... WHAT WAS IT A few years ago my husband and I found we did not get on, so decided to separate for awhile at any rate. It was hard to say why we did not get on, as we were both very fond of each other and were really very miserable apart. But I think the family made mischief between us, and he rather thought I had been indiscreet with a man he particularly disliked; hasty words passed, so I went ...

... SOME, FISHY STORIES. Earliest Recollections of Trout-fishing-. I HAVE been reading again with a new interest that delightful volume by Mr. C. G. Barrington, published some time ago by Smith, Elder and Co., and bearing the title, Seventy Years Fishing. While this ever-entertaining volume is full of valuable information on the gentle art it contains quite a fine budget of good stories, some ...

... BEOT STOII. Every reader of The Tatler has a good story up his sleeve which he possibly tells at the dinner table or in the smok ing-room. The Editor wants these stories, and offers a guinea for the best story of the hour not to exceed 150 words. No chestnuts are wanted as the Editor shook the chestnut tree with such success down to last year that he doubts whether there is a fresh chestnut ...

... A CASTLE IN SPAIN A COMPLETE STORY. By Druid Grayl. Vincent Mirasol found his way to this country from his native Bilbao-- an olive-skined, curly-pated, soft-eyed youth-- as servant-model to an eccentric artist, from whose service he passed on in a like capacity to other painters needing a youthful St. John, a peasant boy, a faun, or other similar study. He picked up no little experience, ...

... xe-- A PFQFESSIIOHAIL LADY. By Majjoir PkxiMp Trevor. I HAVE already told how and why the Lady Joan (Helen's youngest daughter) married a caddie on pro motion to professional to the North ern Forest Golf Club. The said husband, James Smith, you may remember, com bined business with pleasure when he got engaged as caddie at Sheckle-Raycombe. Of course he acted a lie when he went about unshaven ...