Part 42 (2/2)

”As for authors,” sighs Shan Bullock, ”their case is fairly hopeless.

But I recognize that in the new democracy even average intellect has no place at present. The new democracy is on trial. Until it has proven definitely whether it sides with cinemas or ideals, there is not even a living for men who once held an honored place in the scheme of things.

That is a dark saying, but I think it is true.”

We thought the doubtful honor was possessed by the United States, but M. Cambon declares that there is no other country where people take so little interest in foreign politics as they do in France.

A nervy Frenchman, M. Bourgeois, has translated ”The Playboy of the Western World.” You can imagine with what success. ”G.o.d help me, where'll I hide myself away and my long neck naked to the world?”

becomes ”Dieu m'aide, ou vais-je me cacher et mon long cou tout nu?”

The President of the Chicago Chapter of the Wild Flower Preservation Society wrote to the Department of Agriculture for a certain Bulletin on Forestry and another one on Mushrooms for the book table at their Exhibition in the Art Inst.i.tute. In due time arrived 250 copies of ”How to make unfermented grape juice” and 250 copies of ”Hog Cholera.”

Anybody want them?

OH, DON'T YOU REMEMBER SWEET MARY, BEN BOLT?

”What has become of Mary MacLane?” asks a reader. We don't know, at this moment, but we remember--what is more important--a jingle by the late lamented Roz Field:

”She dwelt beside the untrodden ways, Among the hills of b.u.t.te, A maid whom no one cared to love, And no one dared to shoot.”

The Montmartre crowd had a ticket in the Paris munic.i.p.al election. The design on the carte d'electeur was a windmill, with the legend below, ”Bien vivre et ne rien faire.” This would do nicely for our city hall push.

Is there another person in this wicked world quite so virtuous as a chief of police on the day that he takes office?

INDIFFERENCE.

Said B. L. T. to F. P. A., ”How shall I end the Line to-day?”

”It's immaterial to me,”

Said F. P. A. to B. L. T.

M. L. H.

Let it, then, go double.

Mr. Dubbe's Program Study Cla.s.s.

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