"Applications are invited from properly qualified persons for the position of Medical Officer of Health.... The appointment will be from the 1st July, 1919, for the duration of the War."--_Advt. in Local Paper_. * * * * * "Chicks, day old; ready Saturday."--_Advt. in Local Paper_. It looks like a case of counting before they are hatched. * * * * * THE KEY TO FAIRYLAND. The trees have magic doorways Down into Fairy-land, Yet nobody, but only me, Has time to understand That if _we_ knew the magic, If _we_ could work it too, We could creep down to Fairy-town And do as fairies do. The keys are four-leaved clovers; They're not so hard to get-- Just creep about and search them out, And don't mind getting wet; But oh! I wish the fairies Weren't _quite_ so secrety; I've tried and tried, but _still_ they hide The key-holes for each key. * * * * * FROM GRAVE TO GAY. "The Burial Board resolved that tenders be obtained from the various bands in the district with a view to holding concerts in the Queen's Gardens during the summer months." * * * * * AT THE PLAY. "CYRANO" MOVES TO DRURY LANE. SIR THOMAS BEECHAM, having been translated to another place, has made way for _Cyrano_ and his nose, which now finds more room to turn round in. I had not seen Mr. LORAINE on the more congested stage of the Garrick. Indeed the last time that I assisted at M. ROSTAND'S play was some twenty years ago in the South of France. It happened that there had recently been a vogue of Musketeer plays in England. Behind my seat was a British Baronet (a recent creation) for whom the French language had little or no meaning. The first and only sign of intelligence that he showed was well on in the performance, at the words, "_Qui est ce monsieur?" "C'est D'Artagnan." (D'Artagnan_ then disappears altogether). "Another of these damned Musketeer plays," said the Bart.; "I'm off!" And he went. I am not sure that, even in English, it would have been just the play for his taste; but that London has plenty of people who can appreciate it may be seen by the way in which Mr. LORAINE can hold the great auditorium under the spell of its romance. Without an effort he endears to us the defects of his hero's Quixotic qualities, and makes his very deformity contribute to the triumph of his heroic _panache_. Even such of the poet's prolixities as survive a very careful pruning of the text are made to seem essential to the self-expression of character.