Talking of the hat, it is sometimes hard to know what to do with it# In church, the man who puts his hat under the seat invariably finds, at the end of the service, that it has wandered afar from the spot where he placed it, and that some heavy-footed lady has mistaken it for a footstool. Sarah Bernhardt, in her reciting days, used to relate a story of a man at a musical who lost a charming young lady because he couldn’t see her to her carriage without his hat, and he couldn’t get his hat because a stout man had fallen asleep in a chair planted directly before a chiffonier on which the chapeau had been placed. It was a tragic tale, and truly sad because it might so easily have been sadly true.