Agassis has raised, they say, over a million, for his great work on natural philosophy—but what catalogue of snakes, bugs, lame ducks, and guyascutuses, can be compared to a philosophy of female fascinations.

It is only a decade or so since the air was thick with muttering that L.M.S. influence was far too strong on the newly-born Railway Executive and that too many L.M.S. practices were being foisted on the rest of the system.

And yet, so inextricably blended are happiness and sorrow on our earth, that fortunate, thrice fortunate, are they who have such ties to sever.

The others were fairly hulking teenagers in terrible costumes and makeup, who tapped, acrobated, sang, recited, played saxoophones, and did bad magic […]