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LXX
VERITAS
The king was desirous of obtaining the most truthful man of his court for Lord of the domain's Exchequer. One by one the king had tested the aspirants and one by one had consigned each in his turn to the headsman; for they had all proved themselves liars. Three, and three only, remained.
Said the king to the first of these, "Have, you ever in all your life written, or tried to write, a poem?"
"No, your majesty," replied the fellow.
Whereupon the king signaled promptly the headsman.
Said the king to the second of these, "Can you sit in a rocking-chair without rocking?"
"Yes, your majesty," replied the fellow.
Whereupon the king signaled promptly the headsman.
Said the king to the third of these, "Have you ever used a hair tonic of any kind?"
"No, your majesty, never!" replied the fellow.
Whereupon the king signaled promptly the headsman.
And to this day the post of Lord of the Exchequer is vacant.
LXXI
THE REFORMER
The Great Uplifter died and stood before Saint Peter.
"Alas," said Saint Peter, "I cannot let you in."
"But why?" demanded the Great Uplifter. "For surely I have been a good and striving man."
"Just so," answered Saint Peter. "You have been a good and striving man and you must be rewarded with happiness. Here, where all are happy, you would be unhappy, for here would be no work for your hands to do."
And that is how the Great Uplifter happened to go to h.e.l.l.
LXXII
FATALISM
The stock-broker's wife, mother of six children and portly, was a fatalist. "Why worry?" she was wont to say. "When the time comes for me to die, it will come properly enough, and that's all there is to it."
That afternoon, she was run over by a brewery wagon while on her way to see a singing teacher about having her voice cultivated.
LXXIII
TECHNIQUE
The star actor, unable to restrain his mirth at the astounding satin decollete worn by his leading woman in the scene where she, a street waif, pleads with him to give her a farthing that she and her widowed mother may not starve, turned his back to the audience. So uncontrollable were his chuckles that his shoulders heaved up and down, and his head shook, and his neck got red, and his eyes watered.
"A master of the acting technique," thought the audience. "How wonderfully he expresses the emotional outburst of grief!"
LXXIV
FINIS
Somewhere, a funeral bell was tolling.
Somewhere, a thousand and one miles away, a woman was asking her lover for the third time in five minutes if he really loved her.
