Strange Queerers.

How do those strange people whose jobs look to us like a cross between Custer's Last Stand and a circus act start on their queerers? Take deepsea diving as an instance of starting life at the bottom. Do divers begin as cockle-gatherers and work their way down to octopusses? Or do they undergo a course of theoretical underwater gymnastics by walking about, up to their necks, in vats of treacle? How are parents to know that their son harbours an aptitude for amphibious pursuits? He may be quite a truthful lad. Even if he takes his bath in a manner suggesting “wonders of the deep” they probably think he is destined for plumbing or company floating. No sane parent would connect a child's propensity for blowing bubbles down the plug-hole as a sign of incipient deep-sea hitch-hiking.