And exit, cheeks hot burning."

Rejected, as we were afraid our readers would not understand "apt."

Of course we had some rhymes of this style, lately prevalent:

"There was a fair maiden of Boston,

Whom a swell Harvard senior got lost on;

But tho' badly smitten,

He got but the mitten;

On the waves of despair he's now tost on"

"A damsel once at the annex,

Was the pride and the bane of her sex - ."

Just here the managing editor snatched the manuscript and lighted his cigarette with it. Here was destroyed also some other material entitled "Patients," which was, perhaps, merely a prescription for the cure of ennui.

The next thing fished up was a dainty little missive, which the editor read as follows:

"DEAR EDITORS: George has been so very nice as to send me your paper regularly, and I have enjoyed intensely your delightful witticisms and charming verse. I enclose you a little piece of my own poetry:

I."Upon the dimpled water's shimmering tide,

Where overhanging limbs protecting sway