slowly has his neck stretched until he expires in mirth agony, the one is still a very real part of the present. And only last November I heard of an extraordinary story from a British Press Corps Recruiting officer at Hanbury Park. The father of a Chinese recruit who had recently re- turned from France, one day appeared at the office to obtain the money due his son. He was asked why the boy himself did not apply. He remarked casually "Oh he burnt him yesterday" Upon investigation the recruiting officer discovered that the corps was known as a "bad egg" in the village; when he returned from France the elders of his village and his father had counselled them. They decided that the boy would probably join the brigands who were managing the country and lead them at an attack against the his home village. Therefore he should be restrained in some way. But how to do it was the question, for they objected to purely killing him. So it was decided, that the boy without consulting the principal and the same, that the best way was to bury him alive. Therefore, with the sanction of the village elders, this our points, he was forthwith returned.