questions that follow. They that know nothing, fear nothing. Away back in 1886 my alert young friend, Miss Anna Gordon, and my ingenious young niece, Miss Katharine Willard, took to the tricycle as natu- rally as ducks take to water. The very first time they mounted they went spilling down the long shady street, with its pleasant elms where for nearly a generation mother and I had had our home. Even as the war-horse snuffeth the battle from afar, I longed to go and do like-wise. Remembering my country bringing-up and various exploits in running, climbing, horseback- riding, to say nothing of my tame heifer that I trained for a Bucephalus, I said to myself, "If those girls can ride without learning so can I!" Taking out my watch I timed them as they, at my suggestion, set out to make a record in going round the square. Two and a half minutes was the result. I then started with all my forces well in hand, and flew around in two and a quarter minutes. Not contented with this, but puffed up with foolish vanity, I declared that I would go around in two minutes, and encouraged by their cheers, away I went without a fear till the third turning-post was reached, when the left hand played me false, and turning away at an acute angle, away I went sidelong, machine and all into the gutter, falling on my right elbow, which felt like a glass full of chopped ice, and I knew that for the first time in a life full of vicissitudes I had been really hurt. what is the pattern of organization ?