The Fly Leaf A Pamphlet Periodical of the New--the New Man, New Woman, New Ideas, Whimsies and Things. CONDUCTED BY WALTER BLACKBURN HARTE. Published Monthly by the Fly Leaf Publishing Co. Subscription One Dollar a Year. Single Copies 10 Cents. December, 1895. Number One. The Fly Leaf. A Pamphlet Periodical of the New--the new man, new woman, new ideas, whimsies and things. Conducted by Walter Blackburn Harte. Published monthly. Single copies 10 cents; subscription, $1.00 a year. Subscriptions to be made payable to W. B. Harte, 269 St. Botolph Street, Boston, Mass. Subscriptions may be left with newsdealers, or sent direct to the publisher. Business communications should be addressed simply W. B. Harte, 269 St. Botolph Street, Boston. All matter intended for publication should be sent to same address. All MSS. must be accompanied by properly stamped addressed envelope, and those found unavailable will be promptly returned. Everything will be fairly considered, according to the requirements of the FLY LEAF. Unknown writers of ability will be welcomed. All articles and sketches must be short and piquant--not exceeding 1200 or 1500 words. Entered at the Boston Post Office as second class mail matter. Copyright, 1895, by W. B. Harte, _The trade supplied by the New England News Company._ THE FLY LEAF No. 1. December, 1895. Vol. 1. THE STIR IN LITERATURE. Of course the most important event of the month in this favored part of the world is the unheralded advent of such a robust youngster as the FLY LEAF. Oh yes, thank you, Mrs. Grundy, we are doing very well indeed--a very healthy and vigorous infant and a favorite already; and we may be able to show a very pretty set of teeth in a month or two, if occasion should demand. Some of our distinguished contemporaries will perceive the delicacy of this metaphor; albeit the babe is quite good-natured. And now a few words about the aims and purposes of the FLY LEAF will be in order--and the incidental commentary may be found to be equally interesting. For the FLY LEAF, although but the bantling of yesterday, has been nursed in the lap of harsh experience, and is at least as wise as some drivelling and decrepit contemporaries it finds lagging superfluous on the stage.