somewhere I’m delighted to see a baby looking over a mother’s shoulder. If the mother sees me, I just sit there dignified as can be. But if I can see the baby, I begin to do things that invariably rouse the baby and we have a good time. Finally, the mother notices him and pulls him down and wonders who that old fellow is back there. Well, I won’t harm the baby; it loves to be amused. It doesn’t take $100 to do it. You can do it by wiggling your finger or looking through your fingers at it. Just as