Imagine a world in which everybody really was happy. The prospect is opalling! No poverty to inspire charity and accentuate the comfort of an easy chair; no crime to thrill the breathless followers of Sherlock Holmes, to cheer an honest man in the drudgery of being good, to make the fortune of Sunday newspaper proprietors no prisoners, no courts—alas, no Divorce courts—no Judges, no wit from the Bench; nothing' but an intolerable state of irretrievably good behaviour.
We should have! our three-act comedies on the theme of the man who tried to do an ill-deed by stealth and blushed to find it impossible. Happily, we are not likely soon to suffer from such a plague of well-being. Our writers may go ahead in. com-Placent confidence that the world will never become perfect to the
bolshevist friends are piling good, of dramatic extinction. Our burnable fuel on the social fires. They are giving us trouble in plenty. And true it is, we cannot well dispense with trouble; only, in order to be perfectly enjoyable, it must be the trouble of one's neighbour.
Swarms of locusts have spread over Mindanao and other southern islands of the Philippine group, and are now invading Leyte and Samar, according to a statement of the Director of Agriculture, who asks for the ce-operation of the Department of the Interior in stamping out the pest. Fears are expressed that the locust plague} may invade Luzon unless prompt! action is taken. Serious damage to crops is reported.
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