If he had been a man, he would a been there instead of making his sons do what he dursn’t.

In this business of pluviculture (as I have nicely named it) the operator (aptly called a quacktitioner) promises showers on a thirsty land.

Place the cream in a piping bag with a fairly large star pipe attached, fill each tartlet with a twirl of cream and top with a strawberry.

The following statistics, for which I am indebted to that encyclopædic storehouse of practical information, Baedeker’s “Paris”, will give the reader some idea of the importance of the eleëmosynary work undertaken by the sub-committee (Assistance Publique) of the council entrusted with the administration of the Paris hospitals: “The twenty hospitals of Paris have an aggregate of upwards of twelve thousand beds. The number of patients annually discharged includes forty-five to fifty thousand men, thirty-six to forty thousand women, and sixteen to eighteen thousand children; the average annual deaths in the hospitals include about seven […]