Miss Najah Aqil, the little Girl Guide who earned with distinction the beginner's rank in Scouting.

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it requires that the examination be written on special papers, and that the questions be such as can be answered with "yes" or "no." In answering these questions the student has only to mark, opposite the question, in the column of right or of wrong, a black dot with a special pencil; and the corrector has only to feed these papers, one by one, into an apparatus prepared to match the correct pattern of the answers. Wherever the black mark is out of its place, there appears, in the place where it ought to be, a sign showing that an error has occurred. After that, the corrector has only to count the errors and set down the grade the examination deserves. And so one who knows nothing at all of the subject of the examination can correct the papers without falling into any error. Thus the telephone worker, the telegraph clerk, and the corrector of examinations all do their work under the guidance of the "Ring of At Your Service" — and so they are "slaves standing before you."

This is a little of the much that could be told of such inventions. Every day, in the American lands, a new sign of the signs of the Thousand and One Nights comes true, a new wonder of its wonders is brought forth, and one of its fantasies takes on flesh.

Kamal al-Yaziji The American University of Beirut

"What can I do, I wonder, to bring happiness to Samir? The crickets must not disappoint his hopes." Suddenly she went over to her table and opened her account book, in which she used to enter what Samir's family owed. She struck out the page, wrote at the bottom of it "Paid," then tore out the page and put it in an envelope. Meanwhile the young man had taken out all the money in his pockets — and it was no small sum that day. He put it into the envelope, with a short, heartening letter to Samir's mother. Then he asked the baker's wife to send the parcel with the servant at once, and to bid him hurry. The servant went off, and passed the little boy while he was still far from his house.

And so happiness reached Samir's house a little before he did. When he entered the house he found his mother smiling with joy. He marveled at it, and thought that the arrival of those little insects had worked that miracle! And I do not think he was wrong — for had it not been for the crickets, and had it not been for Samir's kind heart and his love for his mother, that change in their material condition would never have come about.

And so, little ones, Samir was the cause of his mother's happiness — if only for a while.

portrayed the poet's ardor for his art, and in the princess's eyes he portrayed admiration for genius... Then there is his painting representing "Saint Anthony in the Temptation," where the devils have come to him in the forms of beautiful women who beset the saint on every side — from beneath the carpet spread under his feet, and from the folds of the cave and

its trailing plants — while the saint appears huddled upon himself, in tattered garments, striving as best he can to save himself from falling into temptation. As for those laughing women before him, shown with their beautiful naked bodies and that spirit brimming with seduction, they are a master-piece of high art.

After it comes the room of the artist Palizzi, the modest philosopher who was content to take from life and nature the study of their simplest things, for he glimpsed majesty dwelling in every

part of them — in the animal, and in the simple, humble grass — and he stood contemplating it and interpreting its beauty, which enfolds the loveliest meanings and the most delicate structure. Even the thistle did not escape him — the majesty crouched within its golden thorns, gleaming under the rays of the sun — and he produced wonder upon wonder. On his deathbed, having passed more than seventy years of age, he spoke his famous sentence: "If it were granted me to return to life again, I would return to pursue art..."