* * * * * What a Woman Notices. "Sears succeeded in cashing two of the cheques at the bank, the woman cashier not noticing that they were crossed. When she came to the bank a third time, however, the cashier recognised the hat she was wearing, and caused her to be detained."--_Times_. * * * * * PRIVILEGE. Mr. Jenkins, junior partner in the firm of Baldwin and Jenkins, antique dealers, Wigpole Street, was in the habit, on fine afternoons, of walking home from business to his flat in the Brompton Road. He invariably chose the path which runs parallel to Park Lane, just inside the Park railings. Being middle-aged and unmarried he walked slowly and methodically, and was careful, when he came level with an entrance, to note the particular gates marked "In" and "Out." He would, as he crossed the "Out" opening, look sharply to the right, and as he passed the "In" opening look sharply to the left. "Safety first" was a creed with him. One mild Spring afternoon, as he was passing by an "Out" aperture, with his whole attention fixed to the right, he was aware, amid the sound of motor-horns and shouts, that the roadway had risen up and struck him on the back of the neck, and that something like the Marble Arch had kicked him at the same moment. A week later Mr. Jenkins recovered consciousness in a beautiful clean ward of St. George's Hospital. A smiling nurse stood by his bed and, as he tried to sit up, she told him he must be quiet and not disturb the bandages. "Your friend Mr. Baldwin is coming to see you to-day at two o'clock," she told him. "No, it is not serious; you are out of danger. Now you have only to be quiet; so when your friend comes you mustn't talk too much." He lay still and thought, and it all came back to him. "But, good heavens!" was his reflection, "that car must have come _in_ by the '_Out_' gate! In that case," he continued, not without pleasure, "I can claim damages--very severe damages too." At two o'clock Mr. Baldwin, his grey-bearded friend and partner, entered. "Well, Jenkins," said he, "I'm glad to see you've turned the corner. You've had rather a narrow squeak." Mr. Jenkins looked at his friend for a moment. "Look here," he said, "I'm not allowed to speak much, but did you know that that car, when it struck me, was coming in through an 'Out' gate, and, as that can be proved, don't you see that I can get pretty good compensation?" His friend's face remained solemn. "I fear not," he said. "But I must," said Jenkins. "It's as clear as can be. Scores of people must have seen it." Mr. Baldwin shook his head horizontally. "Heavy damages," said Mr. Jenkins, "I repeat." "I've gone into it," his partner replied, "and it's hopeless." "Why?" asked the sick man. "I'll tell you," said Mr. Baldwin. "Because that car belonged to the Duke of Mudcaster." "The more reason," said Mr. Jenkins, "for heavy damages. Very heavy. The Duke's rolling."