In an awed silence this remarkable man placed on the table a dish, somewhat like a soup-plate in appearance, and carefully removed its glass cover.

“In this dish, gentlemen,” said the Professor, “we have the Agar-Agar, which is without doubt the best bacteriological culture medium yet discovered and is especially useful in growing a pathogenic organism such as we are about to test this afternoon.”

Then taking a glass rod, to the end of which was attached a small piece of platinum wire, the lecturer proceeded to scrape a little of the growth from off the Agar-Agar.  Having done this he quickly deposited it in a test-tube half full of distilled water, which he then heated over a Bunsen burner.  Finally, with the aid of a hypodermic syringe, a little of the liquid was injected into two sleepy-looking guinea-pigs, and with bated breath the result of the test was awaited.

Suddenly, without any warning, the two little animals rose on their hind legs and violently clutched each other by any part of the body on which they could get a grip.  Before the astounded gaze of the onlookers they swayed, nearly fell, then went round in circles, at the same time executing every sort of conceivable contortion.

A great cheer burst from the audience.  From all sides a rush was made for the platform, and the Professor was carried shoulder-high round the room.

The Jazz germ had been discovered at last.

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[Illustration:  Pekinese (who has been accidentally pushed into the gutter by gigantic bloodhound). “AND YOU MAY THANK YOUR STARS I’VE GOT A MUZZLE ON!”

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    A FRIENDLY OFFER.

    “A French Gentleman would like to make acquaintance with
    and English one to improve the English language.”—­French
    Provincial Paper.

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    “Ste. Genevieve (422-572), born just outside Paris, spent a
    long life in the city.”—­Daily Paper.

Wherever it was spent, it was clearly a long life.

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“——­ College is the chosen home, the favoured haunt of educational success.  Our staff is composed of lineal descendants of poets, seers, or savants, and it is the intention of this formidable phalanx of intellectuals to drive the whole world before them!  We, of course, will say that these classes will be famous, and well worth attending.  In Carlyle especially, the undersigned, with due modesty, expects to constitute himself a Memnon, and to receive the sage of Chelsea’s martial pibroch from Hades, transmit it to the listeners, and to thrill them to the very marrow of their bones!”—­Advt. in Indian Paper.

We should like to hear what the sage’s martial pibroch has to say about the advertiser’s “due modesty.”

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