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Dominion, Volume 1, Issue 302, 15 September 1908, Page 9

They say economy's the slavo of misfortune, and when a chap gets tho knock he lias to put up at tiines with a littlo dart of satire. An enterprising gentleman, who, having lost a big fortune, still with great courage re-started life - as an agent for a horso insuranco 'company, called on a farmer possessed of a high/good nature, who used to join in tho revels when tho unfortunate ono had, with many of his companions, more than plenty. .It seems that somo of the unfortunate ones had already called selling their wares, and when tho self-possessed one appeared tho farmer remarked—"Great Scot! Aro the boys a' broko thigithorl" Count Drouct d'Aubigny. failed to get communication on tho telephone in Paris, and, rocoiving an impudent reply over tho wiro from a clerk, called at tho offices to complain. Ho was very rudely received, but worse followed, when ho explained that' lie had come 1 to pull tho cars of tho operator who had insulted him. At these words about twenty telephone clerks set on him, smacked his face, pulled his hair, trampled his hat under foot, and, running him downstairs, kicked him out into the street. Everything points to a winter of unprecedented slackness of trado and of terrible suffering. A Government which would bo bravo enough to drop some of its party measures and faco tho problem of unemployment would cover itself with honour. Wo shall expect tho Labour party to demand more in tho House, even if they talk, less in the country.—"Christian Commonwealth."