The president of the Printing Press and Feeders' (sic) union estimates that a family in New York requires $2,362 a year to get by. Which sets us musing on the days of our youth in Manchester, N. H., when we were envied by the others of the newspaper staff because we got $18 a week. We lived high, dressed expensively (for Manchester), and always had money for Wine and Song. How did we manage it? Blessed if we can remember. * * * The soi-disant human race appears to its best advantage, perhaps its only advantage, in work. The race is not ornamental, nor is it over-bright, having only enough wit to scrape along with. Work is the best thing it does, and when it seeks to avoid this, its reason for existence disappears. * * * "Where," asks G. N., "can I find the remainder of that beautiful Highland ballad beginning-- 'I canna drook th' stourie tow, Nor ither soak my hoggie: Hae cluttered up the muckle doon, An' wow but I was voggie.'" * * * Women regard hair as pianists regard technic: one can't have too much of it. * * * The demand for regulation of the sale of wood alcohol reminds Uncle Henry of Horace Greeley's remark when he was asked to subscribe to a missionary fund "to save his fellow-man from going to hell." Said Hod, "Not enough of them go there now." * * * A few lines on the literary page relate that Edith Alice Maitland, who recently died in London, was the original of "Alice In Wonderland." Lewis Carroll wrote the book for her, and perhaps read chapters to her as he went along. Happy author, happy reader! If the ordering of our labors were entirely within our control we should write exclusively for children. They are more intelligent than adults, have a quicker apprehension, and are without prejudices. In addressing children, one may write quite frankly and sincerely. In addressing grown-ups the only safe medium of expression is irony. * * * Gleaned by R. J. S. from a Topeka church calendar: "Preaching at 8 p.m., subject 'A Voice from Hell.' Miss Holman will sing." * * * Here is a happy little suggestion for traveling men, offered by S. B. T.: "When entering the dining room of a hotel, why not look searchingly about and rub hands together briskly?" * * * What could be more frank than the framed motto in the Hotel Fortney, at Viroqua, Wis.--"There Is No Place Like Home."? * * * As to why hotelkeepers charge farmers less than they charge traveling men, one of our readers discovered the reason in 1899: The gadder takes a bunch of toothpicks after each meal and pouches them; the farmer takes only one, and when he is finished with it he puts it back. * * *