There are things in these maxnordo days that are enough to make a man strike his father—for something besides a loan. For instance, a few weeks since we had the peculiar spectacle of the Marquis of Queensbury being done up by his son according to London rules; and now in the last issue of the _Chip-Munk_ we see “A Recent Writer in _Scribner’s_” well cuffed by a boy of whom he is the author. “How sharper than a serpent’s tooth,” etc. * * * * * Judge Tourgee is still making straw without bricks in the _Basis_. * * * * * Now that Mrs. Cady Stanton has launched her Woman’s Bible, let her prepare to enter a woman’s heaven. The men won’t be in it. * * * * * Robert Grant is getting democratic. He is down as far as the summer girl in the current _Scribner_. * * * * * _The Napoleon on the Hearth_ is a new magazine announced from New York. It will bear the subtitle, _Every Man His Own Bonaparte Revival_. * * * * * A new book by Mr. Poultry Bigead is about ready. It will be called _My Collection of Stones from Cherries Eaten by the German Emperor_, and will contain a frontispiece of _Cavalry Horses Having Spasms_, by a well known artist. * * * * * On what ought to be very good authority I am told that if the women who wheel adopt knickerbockers, there will be more care of the female infants of the next generation. Some of the ladies who most strongly object to the advanced and advancing style are said to have good reasons in the matter of physical conformation. I know parents who are very careful not to let their boy babies stand alone too early, fearing bow legs. Perhaps the parents of the future will be equally careful about their girlies, in view of the changing fashion in nether drapery. Apropos of this, I know a very pleasant little lady—pleasant, but thin—whose brother is a sad wag. “Adelaide,” he said to her last Tuesday, “if you wear those new knickerbockers of yours out on the street, you’ll get yourself arrested for having no visible means of support.” * * * * * It is asserted that Mr. George A. Hibbard is perfectly serious. * * * * * It is really too bad that a magazine which lives up to its standard so well as the _Overland Monthly_ should try to make us believe that its illustrations are much better than those in Frank Leslie’s _Budget_. * * * * * _How I Wrote the Account of How I Wrote My First Book_, by General Louisa Wallace, author of _Bob Hur_, is announced. * * * * *