_New York, March 3rd, 1925._--With the view of lifting the national depression consequent on the hitch in the world's championship arrangements, Mr. HENRY FORD, whose successes as a mediator are celebrated, is labouring to bring about a conciliatory meeting between the rival promoters. _New York, July 12th, 1925._--Mr. HENRY FORD'S efforts, fortified by the prayers of the Rev. WILLIAM SUNDAY, have at length borne fruit. Messrs. BRADY, COCHRAN and RICKARDS have consented to talk matters over. The White House has been placed entirely at the disposal of the promoters, their families, secretaries, legal advisers, etc. _Washington, D.C., July 20th, 1925._--Mr. HENRY FORD'S "Peace Party" has not proved an unqualified success. Battle royal broke out among the delegates at noon yesterday. Messrs. BRADY, COCHRAN and RICKARDS have been taken to hospital, but are not expected to recover. The White House is in ruins. THE GREAT FIGHT. _Geneva, July 4th, 1960._--The fight for the Heavyweight Championship of the World, held under the auspices of the League of Nations, took place yesterday before a gigantic crowd. DEMPSEY, who now wears a flowing white beard, was wheeled into the ring in a bath-chair. CARPENTIER, now wholly bald, appeared on crutches and was seconded by two trained nurses and his youngest grandson. Both champions were assisted to their feet by their supporters, shook hands and immediately clinched. In this clinch they remained throughout the entire round, fast asleep. At the opening of the second round they attempted to clinch again, but missed each other, overbalanced and went to the mat. Neither could be persuaded to get up, and consequently both were counted out. It is therefore impossible to say who won or who lost, and the Heavyweight Championship of the World remains as open a question as ever. PATLANDER. * * * * * [Illustration: _Second_ (_to stout entrant in a Novice Competition_). "NOW, DON'T FORGET--AS SOON AS THE BELL GOES RUSH AT 'IM AN' KEEP FLITTIN' IN AN' OUT LIKE BITS O' FORKED LIGHTNIN'."] * * * * * EVE VICTORIOUS. "Aren't girls funny, Uncle Alan?" said Christopher. "Christopher," I answered, "girls are the very dickens. You can't trust 'em. Never have anything to do with girls, my boy." "I'm not going to," said Christopher. This is what we said to each other afterwards. If either of us had thought of it before---- But that's the usual way, of course. * * * * * Christopher and I were sitting by the fire. We were very peaceful and happy together, pretending to look at a book but really doing nothing at all. Then Dorothy came into the room. Dorothy is Christopher's cousin and six years old. Not that her age matters--six, sixteen or sixty, they are all the same. "What are you doing?" inquired Dorothy. "Nothing," murmured Christopher contentedly. "I wanted you to come and play with me."