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Our hero married the Fairy, much against his mother's wishes; she knew her son all too well, and she felt certain that she should soon come to know Polly as well, and as unfavorably. Things turned out no better than she had expected. After a month of incompatibility, and worse, Polly consented to a divorce in consideration of one hundred thousand dollars, and they all lived happily ever afterward.

A LINE-O'-TYPE OR TWO

"_Fay ce que vouldras._"

"FAY CE QUE VOULDRAS."

_Do what thou wilt._ Long known to fame That ancient motto of Theleme.

To this our abbey hither bring, Wisdom or wit, thine offering, Or low or lofty be thine aim.

Here is no virtue in a name, But all are free to play the game.

Here, welcome as the flow'rs of Spring, _Do what thou wilt._

Each in these halls a place may claim, And is, if sad, alone to blame.

Kick up thy heels and dance and sing-- To any wild conceit give wing-- Be fool or sage, 'tis all the same-- _Do what thou wilt._

That was an amusing tale of the man who complained of injuries resulting from a loaded seegar. He knew when he smoked it that it was a trick weed, and knew that it would explode, but he "didn't know when." He reminds us very strongly of a parlor bolshevist.

"Man," as they sing in "Princess Ida," "is nature's sole mistake." And he never appears more of a rummy than when some woman kills herself for him, in his embarra.s.sed presence. His first thought is always of himself.

A history exam in a public school contains this delightful information: "Patrick Henry said, 'I rejoice that I have but one country to live for.'"

Time travels in divers paces with divers persons. There are some who, like a certain capable rounder, lately departed, have time to manage a large business, maintain two or more domestic establishments, razz, jazz, get drunk, and fight; while others of us cannot find time in the four and twenty hours to do half the things we wish to achieve. Although your orator has nothing to do but "write a few headlines and go home,"

as Old Bill Byrne says, night overtakes him with half his ch.o.r.es undone.

Time gallops withal.

"They know what they like."

There are exceptions. The author of "Set Down in Malice" mentions a number, the most conspicuous being Ernest Newman. And we recall an exception, Mr. Jimmie Whittaker, merriest of critics, who was so far from knowing what he liked that he adopted the plan, in considering the Symphony concerts, of praising the even numbers one week and d.a.m.ning the even numbers the following week.

Like Ernest Newman, we shall never again hear the Chopin Funeral March without being reminded of Mr. Sidgwick's summary: "Most funeral marches seem to cheer up in the middle and become gloomy again. I suppose the idea is, (1) the poor old boy's dead; (2) well, after all, he's probably gone to heaven; (3) still, anyhow, the poor old boy's dead."

Our readers, we swear, know everything. One of them writes from La Crosse that Debussy's "Canope" has nothing to do with the planet Canopus, but refers to the ancient Egyptian city of that name. Mebbe so (we should like proof of it), but what of it?--as Nero remarked when they told him Rome was afire. The Debussy music does as well for the star as for the city. It is ethereal, far away, and it leaves off in mid-air. There is a pa.s.sage in "Orpheus and Eurydice" which is wedded to words expressing sorrow; but, as has been pointed out, the music would go as well or better with words expressing joy.

"Lincoln," observed Old Bill Byrne, inserting a meditative pencil in the grinder, "said you can fool all the people some of the time. But that was in the sixties, before the Colyum had developed a bunch of lynx-eyed, trigger-brained, hawk-swooping, owl-pouncing fans that n.o.body can fool for a holy minute."

Fis.h.i.+ng for errors in a proof-room is like fis.h.i.+ng for trout: the big ones always get away. Or, as Old Bill Byrne puts it, while you're fis.h.i.+ng for a minnow a whale comes up and bites you in the leg.

Whene'er we take our walks abroad we meet acquaintances who view with alarm the immediate future of the self-styled human race; but we find ourself unable to share their apprehension. We do not worry about lead, or iron, or any other element. And human nature is elemental. You can flatten it, as in Russia; you can bend, and twist, and pound it into various forms, but you cannot decompose it. And so the "new order,"

while perhaps an improvement on the old, will not be so very different.

Britannia will go on ruling the waves, and Columbia, not Utopia, will be the gem of the ocean.

"Woman's Club Will Hear Dr. Ng Poon Chew."--Minneapolis News.

We believe this is a libel on Dr. Poon.

The Greek drachma is reported to be in a bad way. Perhaps a Drachma League could uplift it and tide it over the crisis.

THE DELIRIOUS CRITIC.

[From the Sheridan, Wyo., Enterprise.]

Replete with fine etherially beautiful melody and graceful embellishments, it represents Mozart at his best, expressing in a form as clear and finely finished as a delicate ivory carving that mood of restful, sunny, impersonal optimism which is the essence of most of his musical creations. It is like some finely wrought Greek idyl, the apotheosis of the pastoral, perfect in detail, without apparent effort, gently, tenderly emotional, without a trace of pa.s.sionate intensity or restless agitation, innocent and depending, as a mere babe. It is the mood of a bright, cloudless day on the upland pastures, where happy shepherds watch their peaceful flocks, untroubled by the storm and stress of our modern life, a mood so foreign to the hearts and environment of most present day human beings, that it is rarely understood by player or hearer, and still more rarely enjoyed. It seems flat and insipid as tepid water to the fevered lips of the young pa.s.sion-driven, ambition-goaded soul in its first stormy period of struggle and achievement; but later, it is welcomed as the answer to that inarticulate, but ever increasingly frequent, sign for peace and tranquil beauty.

SOMEWHERE IN THE MICHIGAN WOODS.

Sir: Last night I disturbed the family catawollapus--nee Irish--with, "Are you asleep, Maggie?" "Yis, sor." "Too bad, Maggie; the northern lights are out, and you ought to see them." "I'm sorry, sor, but I'm sure I filled them all this morning." What I intended to say was that I have taken the liberty of christening a perfectly good he-pointer pup Jet Wimp. Hope it is not lese majeste against the revered president of the Immortals.

Salvilinus Fonta.n.a.lis.

A Sheboygan merchant announces a display of "what Dame Nature has decreed women shall wear this fall and winter."

In considering additions to the Academy of Immortals shall Anna Quaintance be forgot? She lives in Springfield.

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