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‘The Larger owing to the operations of cable-laying and cable-repairing ships, our knowledge of the geography of the ocean bed increases every year. Not many people know.’ however, that just as there are mountains on dry land, so there are mountain‘s be- neath the sea, some of them as high as the peaks in the Alps and the Andes. One of the biggest of these submar- ine mountains is Laura Ethel, situated in mid-Atlantic. It 15 over 12,000 feet hlghyjts summit being less than 200 feet below the surface. In the same locality is another great slea. mountain, Mount Chaucer, first dis- covered seventy years ago. Its sum- mit is only just over 100 feet below the s'wrface, While its height is 10,000 feet. The summit of another peak. Mount Placentia, is only 30 feet below the surface. So often has this mountain been ex- plored by oceanographers, with the aid of sounding apparatus, that its char- acteristics are as well known as those of Ben Nevis or Snowdon, although it has never been seen. A mountain range whose peaks are named after members of the Royal Family is another little-known feature of the Atlantic bottom. Every one of its ten peaks is higher than Snowdon. The _real “Davy Jones's lo‘cker” is to be found at the foot of the Faraday Hills, in the South Atlantic. It is estimated that at the base of the high- est peak in the range, Sainthill, there 'lie no fewer than five thousand wraks. The Interpreter. Andrew McAndrew and his daughter Janet came on a visit to relatives in London recently. Day after day Janet add her father went sightseeingâ€"8,1- ways together. Janet’s aunt noticing this, suggest- ed that she should let her father go out alone occasionally, saying jokingly: "Men do not like to have women al- ways tagging along." "Ay Ahntie, but he wahnts me," ex- plained Janet, earnestly. “He canna thole to stir out o’ the hoose his lane. We wadna believe hoo fasht he is ony- where wi’ott me. Ye see, faither tanks sic braid Scoatch that stranger folk dinna ken what it’s a’aboot, an’ I hae tae gang wi’ him tae dae the convers- ing." Hoped It Would n't. Longâ€"â€""You look worried. Jim, and terribly pale. What's the matter?" Sharkâ€""The dealer who so} second-hand car the other day would last me a. lifetime." Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, the Boys Are Marchlng. ~ Embalmed beef, 3,500 years old, has been found in old King Tutankhamen's tomb. Now, it they find a pair of mili- tary boots with cardboard soles we'll realize that in those far off times war was just as much ball as 1t. is now. Mountains Under the Sea. 5&SUE Ne. 83-623 Distinguis‘sh dmea 'saidit Dr. McMurchy Honored. Dr. Helen McMurchyewas the only woman included in the group to be honored by the University of Toronto with honorary degrees this year. She received the only honorary degree of Doctor of Medicine which was be- stowed. Himself. A certain docior who had had nerv- ous prostration was heard to remark that the breakdown was of inestimable value to him; it gave him an insight which .he had never before possessed. He was not inclined thereafter to seem the whims and follies of overâ€" wroughlt patients. A New England man, with a fondness for fishing, had a somewhat similar experience, which perhaps did wonders in developin his sympathies. He was angling for grayl- in-g. He cast his red spinner over a big fish that had just risen in mld‘s-tream, but the fish declined the offer. Again it cam: up, and again the fisherman dropped the spinner on the poin. of its nose, but still he declined. The man was perhaps a llttle flust- ered at this contempt. He drew up hastily, and as he did so his foot, slip- ped in a hole. The consequences was that a gust of wind blew line and all ln a confused bang into hls face. He threw it out again, with the impression delicately conveyed to the ears by the swish of the line, th. I; the fly was off. “Lost your fly}” cried a fellow fish- erman. looking curiously into the other’s face. “Why, it‘s stlcking in your nose!" and he burst into a roar of laughter. Then the other, wondering, put his finger to the tip of his nose,»and there, to his astc lishment, his horror and. it may be added, his terror, he found the hook firmly imbedded in cartilage. When he made the “Last he must have driven the hook deeply into the nose and far below the barb. Yet he had never felt the slightest pang or twitch. Of course the two knocked off fishâ€" ing at once. and Submnly and slowly marched home, the wounded fisherman covering his face with a handkerchief whenever he met any one upon the road. When he reached his house he examined his nose in a mirror and he confesses to having felt woefully dis- couraged. The barbed betrayer was there, firmly fl: J, and he saw there was nothing for A. but to send for the doctor. The latter came In due course with his lancet and the hook was removed, but the fisherman ' 0‘11“ be a sorry man if he thought thafi. he should ever angle for himself with such good r9- sult. “'0 ll “What’s the Mr. Jones. “Too heavy Minard‘s LIniment for Corns and Warts Fisherman Who Caught Bore on Too Heavily. o for only 01 e matter wl H 332 one asked ster the ~ ‘The last day arrived. The old farm wagon was ready in the barnyard to take the fresh-air folk to the station. 0n the front porch were stacks of daisies, buttercups, sweet peas, gerany iums and late roses. Each child‘s bouquet was marked with its owner’s name and beside it was a big bag of cookies, all to take home to the city. The children were watching their playfellow, Rover, at his loved pastime of chasing stray hens back to the barnyard. One hen, with a fright- ened squawk, landed directly in front of Martha Jennie, who, unable to run because Jimmy held one hand and Alice Gordon the other, screeched as the hen flew toward her, but her cry was lost in amazement as the crea- ture stopped, squatted, cocked her 'head on one side as if to say, “are you watching?” then turned and marched proudly away, telling the universe that she had deposited di- rectly in front of our little skeptic, a beautiful, warm white egg. The mir- acle, had happened! Jimmy was right! Martha-“ignnie 'dâ€"i'bpfied to “her knees, crying in ecstacy, “It’s a n’egg! Mymn’egg! M'I‘hg _ch_ick_en givegi‘ ‘it tc: me!” She lifted it in her small hand and kissed it again and again, while the delighted children somewhat enâ€" ‘Iiously clustered around her crying, “Now! Eggs don’t grow in boxes. The hen showed ye, didn’t she?” Martha Jennie scorned to answer, clasping her egg tighter. Her whole little world of joy and knowledge was con- tained in one beautiful white egg. All the way to the station, as well as after they- were comfortably seated in the train, she held her treasure tightly in a very moist little hand. To none of the group had so great a gift been giyen. n Edward Le Ferver sat in sullen? silence in the second chair of a local train’s parlor car. He had missed7 the express train in which his re- served drawing room was gain rid- ing without him. The drawing room; on this train was taken, as he sup-l posed, by some blissful newly-weds.I To have to travel in a chair on a slow train for five or six hours was an outrage for a person of his im- portance. The day was hot and the car was dusty. From time to time he eyed the door of the coveted room resent- fully. If he had that and could sleep through this heat, it would not be so bad. He was accustomed to having his way. Not to have it, hurt him sorely._ As the train stopped, he idly look-l ed from the window. A troop of chil- dren, one lame, all of them buried under masses of daisies, buttercups and paper bags, were shouting good- bye to a farmer and his dog, who were waving to them, one his hat and the other his tail. With a shrug our uncomfortable gentleman mutterr ed thanks to someone or something as ‘the children’s voices receded into the icrowded day coach in front but the thanks turned into something lessl pleasant when the condUctor ushered into the parlor car a red-faced, per- spir'ing‘, much-worried woman, who held by one hand a small boy and by[ the other a very small girl. At the} conductor’s suggestion she deposited; the two children in the two vacant1 front chairs. Then she heaped upon each child its own particular bag of cookies and its own precious bouquet of buttercups and daisies. It was no- ticeable to a close observer that in the left hand of the little girl'there was tightly clasped a large white egg. With the last word, she bounced through the door. Jimmy cautiously unwrapped himself from his flowers and bag, gathered up Martha Jennie’s flowers'and bag, deposited them in the chair he had vacated and sat down beside the big-eyed owner of the egg, who with her free hand clutched him for security in this new strange world. Silently they ate their cookies and gazed from the window. “Stay there!” said the worried wo- man firmly, “and don’t ye be running around the car and annoying people. I’ve got to get into the other car. Alice Gordon always gets so sick on the train and there’s so many of them sure I can’t leave them alone. You two can take care of yourselves, I hope. Here ye are. Now be good, Jimmy. and take care of Martha Jennie.” Far down in the car a man snared. Half way up the car a fidgety maiden lady rattled a newspaper. The only other visible passenger switched his chair with its back to the children. “It’s been a deuce of a day for me," this passenger was soliloquizing,‘ “ever since the telegram came to go- up to the capital on the next train for examination by the Federal highâ€"cost- of-living commission.” He chuckled. f‘They had nothing on me. I had the law on my side. My hundred million eggs in cold storage will stay Ahere until next winter. I’ll unload at my lown price. Fools !” he went on, “did they think I'd risk everything without IS C A R D E D Briduework. CnNDITIDN Martha Jennie’s N’Egg‘ Did It While PART II. ARTIFICIAL 13 um y. y" cocked her i to say, “are turned and telling the leposited di- ;1e skeptic, a cg. The mir- y was right! Jed to her ‘It’s a n’egg! gived it to 1* small hand again, while ~nmewhai’, en- l “I am not sure you are not. And â€" mice we have me: here, I will return the ring,” and she slipped the shining jewels from her left hand. “A man ‘who can keep eggs from thousands of hungry’children and sick mothers, who can gamble with a necessity of life just to make money, can never spend that money on me. You told me your business was ‘important’ and -‘secret.’ Now I understand. Your business is ‘secret’ andâ€"criminal. ‘And so are you. This ends our friend- ‘shipâ€"my respect, even.” TEETH, d, ANY Toronto BY MINERVA L. GUTHAPPEL. mental chuckle the drawing room door opened and a lady, not a young couple, came out and turned the cor- ner of the observation platform. She looked familiar. Was it?â€"it was!â€" Gertrude Vale. In a flash he was out of his seat and following her to the hlatform. “Gertrude!” he said breathlessly, “Are you coming or going? Are you alone? Why didn’t you let me know you yerq up _this_wc,y? Whyâ€"â€"" Icily the handsome girl answered him, lacking straight into his nyesz, "idward, I’ve come from Ottawa. 1 war, there When you were examined. I went, purposely." “You! There! Is not that strange business for you to he in? Foxlowing “‘0 around as if I were a " “But Gertrude! You don’t under- stand business! All men are doing it. I was called here to-day only be- cause I’m successful. My jealous competitors got me into this trouble. Let me explain.” He was .as pale as death. This girl was all the World to him. Steadin she answered: “The ex- planation was made to-day. I under- stand business principles, sirâ€"the fundamental principles which honor- able business understands and fol- lows . . . . . I wish you good day!” “Good heavens! she is in earnest!” said the dismissed one, under his breath. Her diamond ring dropped to the floor, an alert porter picked it up and gave it to him while he dazedly watched her glide down the aisle back to the drawing room. He took the ring, gave the porter a dol- lar and sank wearin into a chair, his jaw set. Gertrude or eggs! Well, he would make it Gertrude and eggs or nothing! No woman should rule him if he knew itl A Famous Woman Preacher. Miss Maude Royden, of England, one of the foremost preachers of the preâ€" sent day. She would have the mar- riage service reformed. The phrase, “With all my worldly goods I thee en- dow,” she declares to be farcial while the law allows a man to will away every cent he possesses, from his wife. Concentrating their attention on scientific steamllning, Franco-British engineers have designed a most un- usually shaped automobile which they believe will prove very speedy, since head resistance to the wind (has been cut down considerably. The body is built or duraluminum, a new light al- loy, and aluminum on a. system like that used in making airplane fuselages. The under part of the car is incased in sheet aluminum. only the brake drums and axles projecting. Entrance is gained to the car by a side panel and by a part of the roof and a section easily mines troly't No Nickel Mines‘in Uni States. Streamlining Cuts Down Head Resistance. fender aised. (To be cqncluded.) nadxan (1 Excessively Honest. The newly wedded young worn had an interview with her milkm concerning the quality of his wares “Mrs. Jones,” she remarked, “te me that there’s lots of cream in 1 milk battles every morning. Why there never any in yours ?” ' One of England’s popular it not fas- hionable seaside resorts is on the «high road to become a mecca. for women in quest of health and beauty. For years its one drawback has been the prlxfi4 ity of extensive mud fla‘ts‘. Now chemi- cal analysis has revealesl that fills un- sfightly mud over which thouzlanvds have tro-oped barefooted every summer since the days‘ of King Alfred has won- derful qualities. Samples were sent to Paris and: Rome for analysis and it was found: that this mud contains highly curative radlouactiveg substances and that not only have the barefooted ones gained. beauty and «health unawares while tra- versdng the mud flalts, but others not 50 heroically inclined have been bene- fited by the ozone thrown off by the mud. Minard's Llniment forCoughs&.Colda “Well, lady,” explained the milkman. “I’m honestâ€"«that’s why. I fills my bottles so full there ain’t no room left for cream." English Mud Flats Found Aid to Beauty. Top of! each meal with a bit 0] sweet in the form of WRIGLEY’S. 1| satisfies the sweet tooth and: aids digestion. P l e a s u r e a n d beneiii combined. After Every Meal ed, “tells m in her Why is woman Ikman