Ten minutes later I entered the shop of an athletic outfitter. Unfortunately he had no white vests with red edges: I had to purchase one with blue. A scarf or towel I could find at home. Then I entered a tobacconist's. Four days later I had collected Scarf or Towel Exercises 2 and 3. "We can," I said, "now make a start." As a matter of fact it was not altogether a foolish proceeding. Deep thinkers are apt to overlook the need for physical culture. This error I decided to remedy. Every morning I (1) stood in position illustrated, (2) raised arms above head in manner indicated by the instructions, (3) straightened right arm and lowered right hand so that towel (_still taut_) sloped to right, (4) returned to Position 1. I then changed towel for scarf (my own idea) and continued with Exercises 3 and 4. I was very happy; my only worry was the absence of Scarf or Towel Exercises 1. Every morning I called at the tobacconist's and purchased packets of cigarettes, eagerly searching them for the missing card. Every afternoon I called again. For a week I bore my disappointment bravely; then I became cynical. "Perhaps," I said, "there is no Exercise 1. It may be a joke on the part of the makers." My consumption of cigarettes increased. Packet followed packet with extraordinary rapidity, and still no Exercise 1. I began to get worried. "Is it safe," I asked myself, "to do 2, 3 and 4 without 1? The omission may have a serious effect on 2, 3 and 4." Then I returned to the attack with renewed vigour. In a week I got through twenty tens--with no result. Disappointed and weary I was walking to the office one morning when suddenly I had an attack of giddiness. By the end of the day I was beginning to wonder if I was very ill. I felt it. Usually the clearest of thinkers, I was dizzy and dazed. The evening saw the arrival of my doctor, and a thorough examination followed, at the end of which he shook his head gravely. "'M," he murmured. "Ah." "Tell me," I said with extraordinary calmness--"tell me the worst. Brain fever, I suppose?" "Oh, dear no," he replied. "What I'm worrying about is the heart. It's in a bad state--a really bad state. Heaven knows how many cigarettes you've been consuming lately. You'll have to stop it altogether." I looked at him blankly; then, with a bitter laugh, I (1) stood in position illustrated, (2) raised arms above head in manner indicated by the instructions, (3) straightened right arm and lowered right hand so that handkerchief (_still taut_) sloped to right, and (4) returned to sofa. * * * * * The Latest Style in Strikes. "Engineers and firemen on the western railways of the United States have threatened to strike unless their demands for increased wages and other reforms are not granted." _The Times._ They seem very hard to please. * * * * * Illustration: Mr. H. B. IRVING (_Sir Hubert Lisle_).