Paleface Makes Pow-wow.

I hope you will accept for what your editor calls "The Victoria Stakes," my nomination of the latest introduction to the "Cockpit," the young primitive who signs himself "The Black Girl's Brother." This intellectual Umslopagaas has gone one better than reading every book in the College library—he has intimate and exhaustive acquaintance with the whole of the literature and history of 1800 years; and the tinted Tarzan emerges from his woodpile to confound the ignoramuses who toyed with the notion that Tom Paine, Bob Ingersoll, Robert Blatchford, the pundits of the Rational Press Association and other spellbinders of a bygone age went out of fashion as Children's Encyclopaedias a long time back.

The startling experience of this over-powering Cyclops with his one eye fixed truculently upon the hapless Lex Miller brings out a symbolic significance in the famous lines of Josh Billings that would have delighted the old clothes-philosopher, Teufelsdrockh.

"Lo, the poor Indian, whose untutored mind
Clothes him in front but leaves him bare behind."

I have no hope that Mr. Miller will inter from this the precise mode in which he should apply his controversial boot, so I retire to watch from a safe place the poor white advance to take up his cue in that famous one-act play, "The Missionary and the Cannibal."

—Paleface.