of the factories. A lady-supervisor at such a club said recently to a group of munition girls, "I do believe your young men are all cross-eyed and bandy-legged, you are so afraid of letting them be seen. Mabel, why don't you bring yours?" "Me bring my fella here?" said Mabel. "Not me! I'd lose him." Gorgeous tribute to the superior attractions of her girl comrades! Or was it a scorching satire on the fickleness of men?
Tommy's sister has sometimes, it must be confessed, got a heart like Hetty Sorrel's, as bright as a cherry and as hard as its stone. One day the lady-superintendent of a great factory, having just parted from her brother on his departure for France, and feeling tender and sympathetic, chanced on a love-sick Australian boy at the gate of her factory. "Would you please tell Rose So-and-so I'm under orders to leave to-night, and ask her to come out to see me? " he said. The superintendent promised to do so, and finding Rose So-and-so told her there was
