"On the other hand, the motor cycle rider may consider the law of expediency. When he confronts a motor car that insists on taking more than one-half of the road, it is up to him to stop and consider: 'Shall I insist on my rightful half of the road, and perhaps get injured, or shall I waive my right and break my neck?'"--_Cape Argus._ Personally we wave our neck, and brake with the right. * * * * * From a sale advert.:-- "OAK BEDSTEADS. PILLOW CASES. BREAKFAST SET To match above for 6 persons." However, it is generally considered dangerous to breakfast more than five in a bed. * * * * * THE RECRUITER. Madingley is one of those men who are always asking you to do things for them. He will send you cheerfully on the top of a bus from the City to Hammersmith to buy tobacco for him at a particular little shop, and if you point out that he could do it much better in his own car, he says reproachfully that the car is only used for business purposes. (If so, he must have a good deal of business at Walton Heath.) "Isn't your cousin a doctor?" he'll say. "I wonder if you'd mind asking him----" And somehow you can't refuse. He beams at you with such confidence through his glasses. However, it was apparently to tell me news that he came to see me the other day. "I'm horribly busy," he said. "The fact is I'm going to enlist." "They won't take you," I said. "You're blind." "Not so blind as you are." "Put it that we're both blind, and that our King and Country want neither of us." "Well, I'm not so sure. There are lots of people with spectacles in the Army." "And lots of flies in amber," I said, "but nobody seems to know how they came there." Then Madingley got to business. His partner, who had enlisted in August, had developed lung trouble and had returned to civil life. Madingley was now free to go. He had heard from a friend that the 121st Rifles (a Territorial Regiment) had no conscientious objections to spectacles. Would I--(I thought it must be coming)--would I go and find out for him? He gave me the address of their head-quarters. "You see I'm so horribly busy, old chap--clearing up at the office, and so on." Well, of course I had to. Madingley's attitude of pained forgiveness, if one refuses him anything, is more than I can bear. Alter all, it didn't seem very much to do. I began with the sentry outside. "Can you tell me----" I said pleasantly. He scowled and jerked his head towards the door. I went in and tried another man. "Can you tell me----" I began. "Enlist?" he said. "Upstairs." I went upstairs and pushed open a door. "Can you tell me----" I said. "This is the canteen," answered a man in an apron.... At last I found a sergeant. "Enlist?" he said briskly. "Come in." I went in. He leant against a table and I smiled at him pleasantly. "I just wanted to ask," I said, "whether----"