what a needle looks like, but likes to
use it and lmows how!" Is always frozen
and has the bachelor's sympathy in this
regard. Likes living in big cities and
why not? :

One young lady who is the daughter of
a canner, has very thick black hair,
and is more often there than here. Last
but by far fromthe least comes the very
unique young lady “hom I urged in the
last issue to weep, I believe she has
done everything but veep, Although I
have not noticed her stockings whisper-
ing at me - nor those jade earrings be-
eckoning me, she did try to get the ba-
chelor very distressed by casually re-
marking one Monday morning thatshe has
slid down to Bellingham over the week
end and got married. Horrors! and papa
and Mama didn't kmor it either, Your
bachelor of course became very concern-
ed or pretended to be. Gently reproved
his seventh blonde for her misbehavior,
who in turn is still trying by all the
devices known to woman-kind to-snare
this elusive bachelor.

WHY JOAN DOES ‘J2EP :

Giles, you told me rhy you thought I
should weep and nor I shall tell you
the real reason,

I possess none of vour desired quali-
ties, no beauty, no jede earrings, no
whisper stockings; in fact 'no nothing'
that would make me more favorable in
your eyes, Oh Misery Me?

But Giles + in spite of the fact that
I have none of the "little odds and ends
that catch a man's eve', I have many
other charming qualities. How I weep
for Art's sake when I think that two
such fine voices as ve have, are not
joined in song (did is say in unison?)
Also, Giles, my specking voice has such
a charming note and the pearls of wis-
dom which drop from mv lips from ‘time

to time (I have not got over the dribb-
ling stage yet, but here's hoping) are
veritably worth your hearing.

Oh! Giles, think again (if you can)
before vowing that you will remain a
bachelor, or I shall have to stay an
old maid weeping to the end of my days.

+eees JOan Broun.

WATCH MY SMOCK!

Right now, I'm hanging on a peg on the
third floor of the Vancouver School of
Art = It's olright,I'man artist's smock,
For years I lay in an old store in New
York among various other smocks of dif
ferent sizes andcolors, Recently I was
purchased and sent to Vancouver ,Canada,
where I nov adorn the above mentioned
peg. So far I have not had much of a
chance to look around at my companions,
but I did get a glimpse of a few of
them as I wes ushered in to my new
abode. Is it possible that I shall ever
become as one of these - spattered and
weatherbeaten, paint-spotted and brush-
wiped? So far only one crimson spot
decorates my sleeve but I realize I
shall never look really artistic until
I am paint-spattered and worn, Must my
value, shape and form become distorted
before I can..aspire to my artistic
height? It appears to be so. From now
on = “atch mv Smock?