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Evening Star, Issue 20633, 5 November 1930, Page 6

fii tlio smoking compartment tlx? conversation turned 001 the merits and demerits of various ways of preserving health. One stout, florid man held forth eloquently. “Look at mel” 1m said. “ Never a day’s sickness in my life, and all due to simple food. Why,” he continued. “ from the ago of twenty to that or forty 1 lived an absolutely regular life—jio effeminate delicacies, no late hours, no extravagances. Every clay, summer and winter, 1 was in bed '■eindarlv at ” o’clock, and up again at o in tne morning, i woikeu from Bto 1, then had dinner—a plain dinner, mark by words; alter that an hour’s exercise; then ” “Excuse me,” interrupted the facetious stranger in the corner, “ but what were you in for.” “ ‘ Riches,’ ” quoted the teacher, “ ‘ take unto themselves wings and fly away.’ Now, what kind of riches does the writer mean?” He stared round at the class, hut nothing hut blank looks met his gaze. “Surely someone can answer a question like that? Von, John,” said the teacher; “what kind of riches did the writer mean?” John hesitated for a moment; then—- “ Ostriches, sir,” he replied.