In the last influenza epidemic countless physicians were puzzled by the spectacle of men and women in the pink of condition carried off in twenty-four hours while puny associates were either passed over, or pooh-poohed their colds.

All this simply points back to my first suggestion: fill up your time with some hobby, cheese-mites or the influenza bacillus, and then you will be quite content to let people be neglected, lonely, and to die.

*** The policeman who told the Islington bus-driver to take off his influenza mask is going on as well as can be expected.

He has, however, with admirable resource substituted parts for four influenza microbes.

She was a pretty nurse in an influenza ward.