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A Washington car conductor, born in London and still a cockney, has succeeded in extracting thrills from the alphabetimparting excitement to the names of the national capitol's streets. On a recent Sunday morning he was calling the streets thus "Haitch!" "High!" "Jay" "Kay!" "Hell!"

At this point three prim ladies picked up their prayer-books and left the car.-Lippincott's Magazine.

Andrew Lang once invited a friend to dinner when he was staying in Marlowe's road, Earl's Court, a street away at the end of that long Cromwell road, which seems to go on forever. The guest was not very sure how to get there, so Lang explained: "Walk right along Cromwell road," he said, "till you drop dead and my house is just opposite!"