A curious story comes from Poland that, in the scramble between Germany and Russia {0 out up the corpse. Mitler's agents are hunting high and low for the Russian Crown Jewels, said to have been deposited in the Polish State Bank by the Bolsheviks and never redeemed, The jewels are said to include the crown of Tsar Nicholas I, the crown fof the last Tsar's unhappy wife, two very fine pearl necklaces and other valuable jewels. In 1914 the 'Rus-sions, when evacuating Poland, carled off a quantity of art_ trea rare books and MSS etc, Under the 880-Polish treaty of 1920. these were to be returned, but the Bolsheviks apparently could of find them and $0. forfeited the' Crown Jewels which they had sent to Poland as security.
But well before the German invasion, the "Jewels together with Poland's gold reserves were got out of the country. One report Is that they are in England. At any rate it seems safe to say. that' they are somewhere where Hitler can't touch "Pretty Toys"
The number of receptacles invented to carry gas masks in is legion, yet still new designs continually appear, Besides gas masks we now have to carry about registration cards, and by and by rationing cards, not for-felting make-up requisites and electric torch, For' all this some really delightful pigskin bags are now being shown, with a collapsible Pocket at the bottom. for the gas mask and compartments for the other things mentioned, all Atting "into miraculously smalt space, We shall be quite sorry when the war is over and we have no longer any excuse for playing with these pretty toys, Candle-makers are "also. rising nobly to the occasion presented. by electric-light rationing. "All sorts of decorative candles of many colours are in the shops, What is more to the point is the becoming nature of candlelight which Tends. attraction even to the homeliest face, "There Is something to be said for war after all Observations on Dec.
Prone Riben's "Harris Men.aw" (1700) the last Quarter of the Moon, this Month and the next are the best times to fell Timber, Let" Fowlers ind their Game, Cover all"your dost Flowers and' Herbs from Cold and Storms, with rotten Horse-Dung. Look well to thy, Cattle, Blood Horses, Let a warm Fire and a Cup of Nectar be thy Bath; the Kitehin the Apotheeary's Shop; hot Meats and Broth the Physick; and vell-spread Table the Proof of thy to thy: poor Neighbours,
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.