PAETEIDGE DAY AS IT WAS AND AS 

 IT IS 



By ax Elderly Sportsman 



The world advances — good. Having accepted 

 which tenet, it would be unreasonable to deny that 

 the pleasures and indulgences of the world advance 

 also. Luxury is one of the pleasures and indul- 

 gences of the world. Therefore luxury advances. 

 The syllogism is complete and sound ; there is fault 

 in neither major nor minor premiss ; and we have 

 therefore arrived at the ultimate conclusion that 

 luxury is on the move — that is, has increased. I 

 have seldom come across a more perfect illustration 

 of my argument than in the early days of this 

 month of September. I am not an old fogey ; I do 

 not set up pretensions to a claim for talking, with 

 a kind of accompanying sigh, of the days " when I 

 was a boy," when " we managed things so much 

 better," &c., &c. Yet perhaps I am not exactly 

 middle-aged either, and can at all events look 

 sufficiently far back to note a material change in 

 the manner in which old September is ushered in 

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