GAI.ITORNIA SOTTWOOD SAI.ES

Bepresenting:

Kipling

Now let the golden-throated Muses weep, And let the God of grief, in dungeon-keep, Fan Sorrow's flames through halls of pillared fame; He goes-and leaves to earth a hallowed name.

flere, where our feasts are marred by shadowed fear We shall not see his face again, or hear The sweet-voiced lilting of his ample lyre That glowed, betimes, with strange Promethean fire.

Some say he walks the Road to Mandalay, And some, a ghostly ship moves down the bay And slips and slides through silvered foamless foam To bear the serph-man to his last home.

What though no laurel wreath bedecked his brow, He stands beside the Bard of Avon, now, And grasps the hand of Milton, blind no more, Yet wists not how he reached that alien shore.

FIe's gone ! and soon we, too, shall see afar The mystic signal from a twilight star; And we shall sail our ghostly ship away O'er silver seas of light-to Mandalay.

-T. Howard Wilson, in Los Angeles Times.

A Long-Felt Need

He was showing a friend around his ultra-modern house. "There are lots of points about it that I like," said the candid friend, "and there are some that I do not understand. Why, for instance, the round hole in the front door?" "Oh, that's for circular l'etters."

Ah! These Scots!

Two Scots were mountaineering in Switzerland, when one of them slipped and fell into a crevasse. The other, peering over the edge, saw his companion holding on almost by his fingernails. "Are ye a' richt, Macpherson?" shouted the man in safety. "No exactly that," said the other, "but if ye run down to the village an' get a rope I'll try to hang on here till ye come back. Hurry, for heaven's sake !" His companion disappeared and was gone nearly an hour. Suddenly his face appeared again over the edge of the cliff. "Are ye still there, Macpherson?" he called down. "Ayel'. in a low, weary tone. "Have ye got the rope?" "No, indeed. The dirty dogs in the village wanted twa pounds for it !"

The Orcl Speedometer

The Oral Speedometer is reported to be a phonograph attachment to your car speedometer, that speaks to you as you drive along. At 25 miles it remarks: "The city speed limit has been passed, is there a motor cop behind you?" At 35 miles per hbur it says: "Too fast for city driving. It is to be hcped you are now in the country.'r At 45: "Your car is still under control, but watch the car behind the car ahead of you." At 50 miles: "Your responsibillty is increasing. Keep your eye on the road." At 60 miles: "Are your insurance premiums paid?" At 70 miles: "You do the driving. I'11 do the praying." At 80 miles: "Probably someone will have this car repaired. If so, we thank you for the sale of another speedometer to replace this one, which in going for a ride on the 'black camel' along with you."

Vcrccrtion

He started off at dawn for summer campHow long he had been waiting for this day !Our little lad, whose face still bears the stamp Of babyhood; who has never been away

From home at night; who hove a heavy pack To boyish shoulders, suddenly squared with pride; Departed, laughing, not once looking backI'm glad he didn't know tris mother cried. Dear Father-God, take special care of himHe's very trusting, and he is so young. Return him sun-bronzed, sturdy, sound of limb; With songs of wind and water on his tongue; With friends, adventure, camp-fire dreams to prizel With memories of mountains in his eyes.

-Driftwood.

He Must Be Scotch

Nurse: "Whom are they operating on today?" Orderly: "A fellow who had a golf ball knocked down his throat." "And who is the man waiting so nervous$ in the hall? A relative?" "No, that's the golfer. He's waiting for his ball."

The Top Sergecrnt

The top sergeant sang out just before the company was dismissed: "All those fond of music step two paces forward." With visions of a soft job in the regimental band, half a dozen men stepped out. The sergeant growled: "Now then, you six mugs, get busy and carry that piano up to the top floor of the officers' quarters."

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