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Otago Daily Times, Issue 16127, 16 July 1914, Page 4

— Mountaineering as <i cure for corns was mentioned by Professor Rojrct, of thp Univrrsity of Geneva, in a lecture before the Royal Society of Medicine in London Thirty-five years' experience of summer and winter mountaineering, ho said, had taught him with unfailing regularity that he was most light-hearted mid' li.-i.npv a t an altitude of from 5000 ft lo 6000 ft, As if by magic his corns_ disappeared, and then rheumatic pains and_ simi'ar ailments vanished or lessened their hold perceptibly day bv dav, only to reappear when ho returned to" a low altitude. —Mr F. C. Philips, who in his time has played many nart.s-thc.se of soldier, theatrical mana —r, barrister, and journalist anion" them—tells many nnecdol.es in his just-pub lishnd book of interesting- reminiscences, "Mv Varied T/ife." A number of the stories are concerned with the Bar. Mr Baron Martin nt the (luiklford Assizes was trying a man for murder, and he summ-'d up to the inrv dead against the prisoner. The jury, however, took n. merciful view of the case, and returned a verdict of manslaughter. _ Baron Martin wis always very hrW in his sentences, and never attempted to harrow a prisoner's f",- lings. " Preesnner at the bar." said the old Scotsman, "you're the luckiest man I iver came across. ' Tak' penal servitude for life."' Another story relates to Maule when presiding at the same assizes. During the progress of one case the counsel for the frown put a little <rj r ], who was five or six years old. inlo trrn wlf-nees-box. Counsel for the deforce objected to the child being sworn, saying that t was impossible she could understand the nature of on orvth. "There mav be something in what you say." remarked Maule. " O-ottio uo mv dear, and sit bv inc." Tbn child wis' lifted up to the Bench. " Now. my rhild. you «re going to be asked some questions." "Yes. sir." 'Now. Fiipnosing vow worn a naughty little girl and told storie?, do you know where you would »o to?" " No: sir," a.nswered the child. "Nither do I." said Maule. "an excellent answer. Swoar tho witnes*."