She was only a little yellow woman from Asia, with queer, wide trousers for skirts and rocker-soled shoes that flopped against her heels. Her uncovered black hair was firmly knotted and securely pinned and her eyes were black of color and soft of look. * * * She saw the morning sun push its way through a sea of amber and the nickel dome of the great observatory on Mount Hamilton standing ebony against the radiant East. She heard the Oriental jargon of the early hucksters who cried their wares in the ill-smelling alleys, and with tears she added to the number of pearls which the dew had strewn upon the porch. W.C. MORROW, in _The Ape, the Idiot and Other People._ NOVEMBER 17. Sing is not included in the category of "goody-goody" boys. He is full of fun, and play, and willful pranks, and he sees the ridiculous side of everything quickly, but he seems naturally to accept only the good and to shun evil in any form. He is pure and innocent by nature and seems attracted to every person of similar characteristics. He has discernment and watches the faces of people closely, seeming to care more for their motives than for their deeds. NELLIE BLESSING EYSTER, in _A Chinese Quaker._ NOVEMBER 18. INDIAN ARROW HEADS FOUND IN CALIFORNIA. Obsidian is a beautiful, translucent volcanic rock, usually black, with cloudy flecks, as are seen in jade; like jade it is so hard as to be capable of taking an edge like a razor. Flaked on its flat surface and often beautifully serrated on the edge, an arrowhead or a spearhead is in itself a thing of beauty and a work of art, whether the Indian manufacturer knew it or not. L. CLARE DAVIS in "Long Ago in San Joaquin," in _Sunset Magazine._ In a year, in a year, when the grapes are ripe, I shall stay no more away-- Then if you still are true, my love, It will be our wedding day. In a year, in a year, when my time is past-- Then I'll live in your love for aye. Then if you still are true, my love, It will be our wedding day. JACK LONDON. NOVEMBER 19. Had California owed her settlement and civic life wholly to the vanguard of that pioneer host, which ... pressed steadily westward to Kansas and the Rockies, the Golden State would not have today that literary flavor that renders her in a measure a unique figure among the western states of the country. JAMES MAIN DIXON, in _California and Californians in Literature._ NOVEMBER 20.