Part 45 (1/2)

_King Sol is visiting Virgo, On his Zodiacal way.

'Morrow's the twenty-third! Ergo, Summer will vanish to-day._

Summer in town is a synonym for dullness. The theaters offer nothing of importance; only trivialities are to be found on ”the trestles.” Musical directors appeal only to the ears--chiefly the long ears mentioned by Mozart. Bookstores offer ”best sellers,” ”the latest fiction,” and ”books worth reading” on the same counter; and the magazines become even less consequential. Art in all its manifestations matches our garments for thinness and lightness.

During the canicular period intellectual activity is at a stand, and we should be grateful for the accident which tilted earth's axis at its present angle; for when the leaves begin to fly before the ”breath of Autumn's being” we plunge into the new season with a cleared mentality and a great appet.i.te for things both new and old.

A man asks the Legal Friend of the People, ”Will you kindly publish whether or not it is illegal for second cousins to marry in the state of Illinois?” and the Friend replies, ”No.” Aw, go on and publish it.

There's no harm in telling him.

WHYNOTT?

[From the Boston Globe.]

From this date, Sept. 25, 1920, I will not be responsible for any bill contracted by my wife, Mrs. Bernardine Whynott.

G. Whynott.

In all the world the two most fragile things are a lover's vows and the gut in a tennis racket. Neither is guaranteed to last an hour.

It would help along the economic readjustment, suggests Dean Johnson, of New York University's school of commerce, if we all set fire to our Liberty Bonds. We can't go along with the Dean so far, but we have a hundred shares of copper stock that we will contribute to a community bonfire.

The height of patriotism, confides P. H. T., is represented by Mr.

Ales.h.i.+re, president of the Chicago Board of Underwriters, who, billed to deliver a patriotic address in an Evanston theater, paid his way into the theater to hear himself talk.

IT MUST BE ABOUT TIME.

Sir: The Federal Reserve bank at New Orleans has received a letter from a patriot who wants to know where and when he shall pay the interest on his Liberty bond.

Rocky.

”In fact, I've finished--would you say a sonnet?”--concludes H. G. H., to whom we recommend the remark of James Stephens: ”n.o.body is interested in the making of sonnets, not even poets.”

Referring to the persons who are given to the making of sonnets, Norman Douglas wrote: ”I have a sneaking fondness for some of the worst of these bards.... And it is by no means a despicable cla.s.s of folks who perpetrate such stuff; the third rate sonneteer, a priori, is a gentleman, and this is more than can be said of some of our crude fiction writers who have never yielded themselves to the chastening discipline of verse composition, nor warmed their hearts, for a single instant, at the altar of some generous ideal.”