Suzanne, however, who has not given up her sanguine interest in the sport of bull-baiting, is still intent on taking time by the horns and getting in before the rush. She has just compiled a list of "likely" places (selected for the most part because she likes the sound of their names), to which we are apparently to pay week-end visits of exploration. I have calculated that long before we come to the end of these expeditions the summer--if any--will be over. Whether we shall ever find the land of our hearts' desire is, as the bull himself said, a toss-up. * * * * * [Illustration: _Shopman._ "AMMONIA? AY, I HAE AMMONIA, BUT THE STOPPER'S OOT AN' THE GUIDNESS GANE." _Customer._ "WELL, HAVE YOU BENZINE?" _Shopman._ "BENZINE? AY, I HAE BENZINE, BUT THE STOPPER'S IN AN' I CANNA GET IT OOT."] * * * * * No More "Feed the Brute." "The speaker advised the women not to go in for pastry politics, but to be good suffragettes, working only for the benefit of their sex."--_South African Paper._ * * * * * "It is now announced that the America Cup defender, as well as the challenger, will be steered by an amateur helmsman, Mr. Charles Adams, of Boston, having undertaken the duty."--_Provincial Paper._ We congratulate Mr. ADAMS on his impartiality. * * * * * [Illustration: THE BULLDOG BREED. _Sportsman_ (_whose opponent has just achieved the hole in one_). "THIS FOR A HALF!"] * * * * * A SPRING SONG. [A daily paper states that very few housewives will be able to indulge in the luxury of Spring cleaning this year owing to the enormous increase in the cost of materials and labour.] Sing! I will make me a song about Spring; I will write with delight of the brightness in store; I will sing of a Spring never dreamed of before, A Spring with a new and more beautiful meaning, A season of reason, a Spring without cleaning, A Spring without painters, a Spring without pain, A Spring that for once will not drive me insane. I lift up my voice and rejoice at this thing, This excellent Spring. Di Will in all probability cry; She will rave at the news and refuse with disgust; She will say that she _must_ have a thrust at the dust; But I know what I'm saying, We've got to go slow; We _can't_ go on paying-- Spring-cleaning must go. It's the knell of the mop and the doom of the broom; We cannot afford to do even one room; If she wants her own way I shall say with a frown, "It's too dear, and I fear, until prices come down, We must try and deny ourselves this little thing." Magnificent Spring!