Once again the grass-widower season is with us. Wives and children of our citizens have Icfy the heat, mosquitoes and discomforts of Shanghai to try other brands elsewhere. The holiday efflux has not been so The Countess of Oxford and As-quite has burst into print again and recently edited a book entitled "My self When Young" In this volume, fifteen famous women have written the stories of their youth—stories of early struggles, of difficulties and ambitions, containing many intimate confessions.
The Countesss contribution concerning herself is very frank, as all who have read this lady's previous writings will well believe. She has been a good deal criticized in respect of her literary work, but most will confess that they love reading what she has to say. She has the happy knack of telling us ordinary things in a very readable manner It was Harold Begbie who, in commenting upon her work, remarked that Mrs, Asquith, as she was then, was truthful but not accurate—a description which, when you come to think of it, applies to most women. Many of us endeavour to be truthful, but with the best will in the world it is very difficult for us to be strictly accurate, which trait seems to annoy our men associates a good deal.
In her recent book the Countess blandly announces, "Had birth con-
A few drops added to the bath make it doubly enjoyable, impar! ing the freshness and fragrance of youth to the skin Used as a toilet requisite, it proves equally delightful and beneficial in safeguarding the beauty of the complexion.
It is indispensable in the home, for it helps to relieve headaches, migraine, dizzy spells, etc, and purifies the air in the rooms.
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