The walls hold tinted photographs of himself and Mim in high school, taken he remembers by a pushy pudgy little blue-jawed crook who called himself a Studio and weaseled his way into the building every spring and made them line up in the auditorium and wet-comb their hair...

The stranger, with a comfortable kind of grunt over his pipe, put his legs up on the settle that he had to himself.

This story is dedicated to my father-in-law, Robert F. Sawyer, who at 78 years of age can still out run, out hike, out ski, out work and out think just about everybody else out there.

THE LONDON & NORTH WESTERN RAILWAY. By O. S. Nock. Ian Allan. 30s. … The autocratic presidence at Crewe of Webb is kindly and gently observed and the author also throws a more tolerant light upon several other features, including the Claughtons.