In our last issue, quoting from a Johannesburg telegram, we referred to _The Evening Chronicle_ as a "Labour organ." Its London Manager writes protesting against this description; and we now offer our heartiest regrets for the grave injustice that we seem to have done to our South African contemporary. * * * * * SMITHERS, B.C. I saw it on a map, most large and fine (I saw it with the naked eye--no dream), Showing how trains upon the Grand Trunk line, Grand but Pacific, run along by steam Right to Prince Rupert on the sea (a port) And there are brought up short. Smithers! I saw it on a map, I say, A panoramic map in Cockspur Street. And sudden in my heart began to play Echoes of old romance, and all my feet Fluttered responsive to the name's sheer beauty, So rhythmical and fluty. Smithers! The music of it filled my mouth. I saw Provence and that enchanted shore, And lotus-isles amid the dreamy South, And champions out of mediaeval lore Looking at large for ladies in distress Round storied Lyonnesse. I was a _trovatore_ (with guitar); Venezia's airy domes above me shone; I heard Alhambra's fountains, faint and far; I broke the Kaliph's line at Carcassonne; All kinds of lost chords latent in my withers Woke at the name of Smithers. Ah, if in Avalon's vale I may not rest When envious Time has worn me to a thread, Then let me go to Smithers in the West, And on my gravestone let these words be read: _Attracted by its name to this fair scene_, _He died a Smitherene._ O. S. * * * * * THE COMMERCIAL SIDE. Now that the Headmaster of Bradfield has decided to start a "Commercial side," to enable boys to prepare at school for a business career, it may be of interest to publish these fragments from the diary of another Headmaster who has done pioneering work in a similar direction:-- _January 20._--First day of term. This morning, in Hall, I made the momentous announcement that the School would shortly have a new "side"--devoted to Business. School-boys are usually so conservative that I had anticipated some signs of disapproval. Nothing of the sort. The speech was received with loud cheers, renewed when I prophesied that the Waterloo of the future would be won on the "Commercial side" of Fadfield. Truly a hopeful outlook.