A.P.M. range, sartorial individualism flourishes unchecked. Thus
the eye is startled to behold a fur headdress as big as a busby, an
ordinary service tunic, gaberdine breeches, shooting stockings and
Shackleton boots, going about as component parts of one officer's
make-up; or snow-goggles worn with flannel trousers, or sharp-toothed
Boreas defied by a bare head and a chamois-leather jerkin; or the
choice flowers of Savile Row associated with Canadian moccasins.

What idea will the North Russians retain of the outward appearance of
the typical British officer? How will the little Lapps, befurred and
smiling, who come sliding to market behind the trotting reindeer,
report of us to the smaller Lapps at home? In any case I hope we shall
found a legend of a well-meaning if peculiar and patchwork people.

* * * * *

[Illustration: SOCIAL DIFFICULTIES IN EARLY TIMES.

_British Matron (whose husband has just had his weekly coat of woad,
to visitor)._

"I'M SORRY, SIR, BUT MY HUSBAND CAN'T SEE YOU TILL HE'S DRY."]

* * * * *

"Gas Stoker wanted for 11 million works, used to gas
engine and exhauster; 50_s_. per week of seven 12-hour
shifts."--_Advt. in Daily Paper_.

In the circumstances the reference to "exhauster" seems superfluous.