I just imagine you think very little of me and that you are keeping it concealed just to see how jejune you can drain my poor heart from that pure living love of yours, and, Oh! it makes me feel so impotent that I want to loll my life away. It is just the lack of your levity that hurts, and my heart turns gelid and cold but after I carry that muse for a minute then the most mellifluous thought comes to my mind telling me that you are thinking of me in the most elegant way and my eyes fly wide open with fraught fulgency and I feel as though I am floating on a lovely pink cloud eating ice cream smothered in violets, and Oh! * * * * * It’s a strong stomach that has no turning. * * * * * In Good “Grace is in luck.” “How so?” “Two fellows are calling on her. One is a florist and the other owns a candy store.” * * * * * How Otherwise? Eve had no Christmas, Neither did Adam, Never wore socks, Nobody had ’em, Never got cards, Nobody did, Did they enjoy Christmas— We’ll say they did! * * * * * Pat and Mike Stuff An Irishman, who was very drunk, was riding on the back platform of an old-fashioned trolley car, and with every pitch and swerve he would sway and nearly fall off. The conductor’s warning to be seated inside were waived aside with “I’m all right.” Soon the car swung around a curve where the bank was steep and rocky. The Irishman swayed and pitched head-long down the bank, being badly bruised and knocked unconscious. While being carried back up the bank he regained consciousness and asked: “Was anyone hurt in the wreck?” “There wasn’t any wreck,” replied the conductor. “Begorra!” exclaimed the Irishman: “If I had known that I wouldn’t have jumped.” _The City of Lost Angels_ _The following article, written by Rev. Golightly Morrill, was inspired by a tour he made of the movie camps two years ago. We cannot agree that Rev. Morrill’s description fits the present day Hollywood and Los Angeles. Indeed, we found the situation quite pleasing. It is true that Los Angeles is brimful of wim, wigor and witality, and why shouldn’t it be? If one was to take a thousand of the world’s most beautiful women and implant them on Robbinsdale’s virgin soil, or in any other town, Rev. Morrill would find as much to scorch his burning pen. So before you read this, gentle reader, let’s give three cheers for California.—The Editor._ BY REV. “GOLIGHTLY” MORRILL Pastor, People’s Church, Minneapolis, Minn.