The canadian magazine of politics, science, art and literature, November 1910-April 1911 . •I SHAY—THAT FELLOW MUST A BEEN paralysed —Life German Courtesy Cannibal Chief (to traveller beforethe oook stove)—Have you no lastwish to express? Traveller—May good digestion waiton appetite, and health on both!—Meggendorfer Blaetter. * Not Easy What is the hardest work youdo? My hardest work, replied SenatorSorghum, is trying to look like myphotograph and talk like my speecheswhen I get back to my home town.—Washington Star. * Miniature SpecialisationA young medical student was beingquizzed by one of

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The canadian magazine of politics, science, art and literature, November 1910-April 1911 . •I SHAY—THAT FELLOW MUST A BEEN paralysed —Life German Courtesy Cannibal Chief (to traveller beforethe oook stove)—Have you no lastwish to express? Traveller—May good digestion waiton appetite, and health on both!—Meggendorfer Blaetter. * Not Easy What is the hardest work youdo? My hardest work, replied SenatorSorghum, is trying to look like myphotograph and talk like my speecheswhen I get back to my home town.—Washington Star. * Miniature SpecialisationA young medical student was beingquizzed by one of his teachers: Inwhit will you specialise ? he was ask-ed. Diseases of the nostril. repliedthe student. Good. said the pro-fessor, enthusiastically. Which nos-tril ?—Success. Hostess— Will you have some bread and butter, Darling?Small Boy—Bread aud Butter! I thought this wasja party ! -Iuiich Eeasons Professor—Why did you come tocollege, anyway ? You are not study-ing. Willie Rahrah—Well, mother -saysit is to fit me for the Presidency;Uncle Bill, to sow my wild oats; Sis.to get a cbum for her to marry; andPa, to bankrupt ithe family.—Puck. How The Fight BeganTiolette—I wish you would tell me how to get this pitch off my dress. I have tried everything I can think of-Reginald—-You might try a song. You always get off the pitch when you sing.—Judge. Nothing Much I dont know whether I ought torecognise him here in the city or not.Our acquaintance at the seashore wasvery slight. You promised to marry him, didntyou ? Yes, but that was all.—Louis-ville Courier-Journal. Modern MethodI am a candidate for your hand.But my parents have endorsed an-other young man. All right; Ill run as an insiu-gent.?—Houston Chronicle. * Burning up The Road Eli