There is something about family relationships that always wrecks the entente-cordiale which should exist between guest and host. For instance, there is your wife’s brother, who, warmed by heavy inroads on your vintage Scotch, invariably tells you how little he thought of you when he first met you, and how broken up his family were over the wedding. Only the sacred rites of hospitality stand between this repulsive and misguided being and the honors of a sudden death. THE LADY BURGLAR The statement that “old friends are best” was never made by a lady who has endured the highwayman methods adopted by her old school-chum, or knew-you-as-a-child type of visitor. Reverting to habits, this little house-breaker rifles her hostess’s bureau and chiffonier with the avowed intention of wearing each garment which the hostess has not had the foresight to put on. [Illustration] [Illustration] THE HOOT-OWL In this picture, we have a fiendish friend who, after boring you all day with his silence and devastating dullness, suddenly wakes up, about 11.30 P.M., and begins to tell you about his salmon-fishing trip. After the details of what his camp outfit consisted of, we see him, as the clock strikes two, beginning to play his second salmon, and still going fairly strong. [Illustration] RUDENESS REPAID Have you ever lived, for a dozen odd years, next to some utterly impossible neighbors whom you have carefully snubbed, avoided and ignored only to have a well-meaning idiot, who happens to be your guest over Sunday, lead them joyously into your home with an air of triumphant discovery, as if he had done you the greatest sort of favour. When Marriage Is a Failure--Cherchez la Femme _Have You a Little Failure In Your Home?_ [Illustration] [Illustration] THE LAPLAND MODEL Here we see a living embodiment of Model No. 2--the BIJOU DOLL. She is often a blonde, but always a deceiver. Despite persistent complaints--by husbands--against wives of this model, the demand for them continues to be brisk. She always has a serious grievance against Fate! Why is it that her husband is so _groundlessly_ jealous? Is it _her_ fault if his men friends pester her and bother the life out of her? Was it _her_ plan to share a chair with Mr. Reginald Stuart? And how absurd her husband is to carry on in that ridiculous way, just because, being tired, she had to sit _somewhere_, and, as there was nothing else to sit on, the thought suddenly flashed on her: Why not sit on Mr. Stuart? A CATALOGUE OF WIVES