Calm During the Storm THERE was trouble in the saloon, way out in the Wild West, and guns were blazing away. when a mild-looking little man walked right through the battle and learned negligently against the bar. He ordered a drink from the barman who was crouching behind the counter.
When the shooting died down, the proprietor congratulated him on his nerve.
"Oh, that's all right," he smiled, "I'm safe. I owe everybody in the place money!"
Habit IN a mining village in pre-war days, when houses were very plentiful, a certain miner had a mania for moving from one house to another (writes a correspondent of the Leeds "Mercury"). He kept hens, and for convenlence when removing he used to tie their, legs together.
One day when he was having his dinner his wife ran into the house and said, Oh, Jack, thad better come and look at thens. They're all laid on their backs."
Jack looked through the window and said, "Nay, lass, nivver heed em. they've seen yon waggon coming up t'road, and they think we're hahn to flit again."
Bit About Souls A PHILOSOPHER, with; his characteristic sensitiveness to the finer/emotions, proclaims his belief that "an artisan has more chances of finding happiness than an artist; a bank clerk, than a writer of books; a merchant, than a movie star." it is the Agonized Soul, you see, for which he invites our pity—the Isolated Ego, which is so Lonely and so Different.
And how right he is!
One has distressing memories of, a. female movie star who once confided her misery. Those lovely, exquisitely designed tears! Those quivering lips! Those slim fingers twisting her heartless pearls!
"Why," she cried, "oh, why am I never a bridesmaid, and always the blushing bride?"
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.