on the infants' faces. In advanced stages of the disease they even swat dotted veils and blueberry cake. What will be the final consummation of the hunting instinct when evolution has completed its work? While guesses are uncertain, we believe that fly-swatting will eventually give way to germ-hunting; that the sporting man of the millennium will have in his biological kennels a pack of trained bacteria, and that with these he will hunt wild germs. In that happy age some super-Thompson - Seton (or will it be super-Seton-Thompson again by that time?) will write of Gogo, the Brave Old Measles Germ-how he kept fourteen leucocytes at bay, and fought desperately till carbolic acid overcame him. It will be a great battle. OME live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That stream and valley, dale and field, Efficiently remodeled, yield. The dell where I shall hide thee, dear, For vine-wreathed cot I'll build thee there I'll build of course!-a theater Where thou, with comrades amateur, May'st work to elevate the stage, Chief rural pastime of our age. When in the dusk the fireflies flit The nut, the berry, sweet and wild, Come live with me and be my love, |