Ra

In another year, stories about the strange new face of an A-list actress might draw chortles and cackles.

Now-a-days it is the bankrupt who flouts, and his too confiding creditors who are jeered and laughed at.

Q was a Queen, who wore a silk slip; R was a Robber, and wanted a whip.

He felt himself the meanest, vilest thing a-crawl upon this sinful earth, and she—dear God!

All that scientific bric-a-brac in the cupboard had far better be thrown away.

"To R——," replied the man, as he turned silently and sullenly to retrace his steps.