The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1890-08-31
He WILL NOT sUPPEss ELLA.
Col Hubbard Valves Censorship
When Women Enter the Arena.

Col. Hubbard Valves Censorship
When Women Enter the Arena.
From the Chicago Tribune.
Col. John n. Hubbard is in frame Of
mind. Gel. Hubbard is assistant postmaster
of Chicago, aud it is his business to see that
no debasing literature passes through the
Chicago postoffice to SOW seeds OF vice in the
young hearts of this and neighboring towns
He has had to put on the gloves with a Iot Of
pernicious writer's, and everybody who reads
the newspapers know how he went after old
Leo Tolstoi and bounced that famous gentle
man and his "kreutzer Sonata" out of the
mails. The publicity given TO Col. Hub
bard's joust with the count has placed the
colonel in the position of defender OF morals
for the northern district of Illinois, and he
rather liked the job until some righteous
person sent him poem of Mrs. Ella
Wheeler Wilcox and asked him to suppress
that. Then the colonel had his frame of
mind.
Mrs. Wilcox, after a long term Of domestic
quatrain, cut loose in Mrs. Frank Leslieis
Monthly Magazine and hit the Tyre swing
or two that warped the wires and burned
the gum-shellac off the sounding board.
The result is a burst Of melody of which the
following is bar or two:
Once more in our loves sweet beginning,
| put away God and the world:
Once more in the joy of our SHINING
Are the hopes of eternity hurled.
There is nothing my soul lacks or misses
AS clasp the dream-Shape to my breast,
In the passion and pain of her kisses
Life blooms to its richest and best
She touches my cheek and CULVER
tremble with exquisite pains.
She signs. Like an overcharged river
My blood PUSHES on thro my veins.
She smiles. And in mad tiger fashion,
AS a she tiger fondles her own,
clasp her with flerceneSS and passion.
And kiss her with shudder and groan.
When Col. Hubbard read this he was
inclined to confiscate the magazine. Then
he reflected that Mrs. Wilcox was a woman,
and he had a reputation for gallantry to
sustain. Finally, last night at 10:30 o'clock,
as he sat in his pleasant home reading DIR.
Jeremy Taylor's "Holy Living and
DYING he had about made up his mind
that he wouldn't bar out Mrs. Wilcox, and
he was prepared to defend his stand with
arguments.
''Pm not much stuck on this sweet singer
of Michigan" the colonel said But
don't think there is anything in this near so
wicked as that man Tolstoi wrote You
see Tolstoi is a good writer. Mighty few
people raised in America, let alone Russia,
could use better English than that 'Kreutzer
Sonata which made the nasty stuff all the
more pernicious. Itattacked marriage and
other institutions which, we believe, have
come to stay. Now there isn't anything so
bad about this poem. It's little fresh per-
haps, but it's what you might expect from
foolish young girl who hadn't been raised
| right. If l do anything at all about it I'll
write TO her NAV and tell her how her
| daughter is carrying on.
"There is another difference between this
poem and the Sonata One is short and
trivial The other is $50 pages of vicious
| ness. | believe you can raise more hades
in a ten-acre lot than you can in your door
yard"
But you will continue to suppress other
debasing literature p
We'll, should shudder," the colonel re-
piled simply.