New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-06-07
AS | WAS SAYING

Rare Ben Johnson has paragraph in Lille
ON literary style For to write well, there are
required three necessaries To read the best authors
observe the best speakers and much exercise his own
STYLE. In STYLE to consider what ought to be writ
ten and after what manner. He must first thlhk
and excogtate his matter then choose his words ana
examine the weight of either. Then take care In
placing and ranking and ranking both matter and
words that the composition be comely. and to do
this with diligence, and often. No matter how slow
The style be AT first so it be abored and accurate
seek the best, and be glad Of the forward con-
ceits or first words that offer themselves to u.s. but
Judge Of what we invent and order what we APP
prove"
Don't you believe it! Only few issues back an
other of "Lifes" costly contributors tried crack at
this nail and hit IT right spang the head the very
first time We refer, of course, to Walter Bagehots
aphorism The knacl of style is TO write like hu-
man being"
So an American Rhodes scholar has bagged a
prize at oxford by writing a treatise The Sea
in the Greek Poets" Cheerful subject, very though
in day we wished it had been the other way
around.
We a trihe puzzled when frisky friend
Nijinsky threatened TO dance in modern clothes and
added that modern life had evolved many and
significant gestures, every one Of which had its ro-
mantle possibilities But begin 10 understand.
Thanks the divorce proceedings perceive that
Dr. Munyon's gesture when properly interpreted
becomes prosaic. commercial There Is
hope" 1t has deep. even a devout and sweetly
philosophical meaning. Never again shall think
Of his patients behold the appraised digit point
ing toward better and brighter world We have
his secret Whose wife shall that woman be in
heaven
There is awful news from Washington. where Miss
Agnes Hart Wilson daughter Of the Secretary Of
Labor. finds society a bore. though imagine We
know why. Everybody talks, nobody listens why, |
how do you do. Senator Blank? So charmed, De-
lightfu reception, isn't it? And how is poor dear
Mrs. Bank?" Arrested again for shopfting; three
years this time" Yes. | do love American Beau
ties. Aren't those simply gorgeous? And tell Mrs.
Blank to come and see me. Tuesdays, you know"
one by one. our harmless pleasures arc being
snatched away by cruel and intolerant Mayor
why sakes alive. he would even deprive OF that
perfect joy the end seat hog or they say in the
swimming class at Columbia, porcusnsedeterminale!
How shall miss him, Many a glad moment has
been ours trampng his toes. Glowing him in the
neck, batering him with suitcase. and then, in
our mushest and most mclodous tones. begging his
pardon
Alas FOR his passing In this Gomorrah Of greed
and matorialism and brutal sordd selfshuess the /
end seat hog has alone exhibited that passion for /
martyrdom which. when the Day of Reckoning ar
rives may save all. At least, there has been one
righteous. And his name is legion.
Inexpressiby dear are our recollections Of those
beautiful japanese villages in California-the wis /
taria the gay chrysanthemums the cherry bios
SONS the dainty Oriental cottages the porches hung
with paper lanterns. the potato fields all brightly /
dotted over with japanese aborers in their gaudy
kmonos. And at night-oh the jollty! The entire
population trotting out in its northumberland gala
attire to balance itself with its pretty pink parasols
while walking the slack wire Geshas too and Jap /,
anese wrestlers and troupes of many-tinted aero
bats, Nothing picturesque and adorable any
where else I'm America
Now. we are free to admit that Mr. Peter Mac
farlane has a right to differ Indeed he cannot help
differing from having been In California, and We |
have read his article in golfers with the respect
full care II deserves We have followed him from
village to village tidy American farmhouses
made dowdy and SUNNY, and observed what the
California second hand clothes man has done to the
japanese We confess that cannot rhapsodize /,
the dismal realities he reveals And yet so
tenacious is a pet fancy and vivid the impress
slons CLEANED by a rowing Imagination We still hold
beloved though baseless dream. Guess there
plenty more, here in the East who doing the
same.
From the eafet so kindly sent by the Sailors |
Haven: Drop in any Sunday evening, and enjoy |
Sacred Cabaret
1t strikes us that 1905 was rather steep for a
dozen chairs, but hear that a delightful story
went with them. Despite the alacrty with which
chairs to pieces the purchaser is allowed to be-
leve that these are old as Queen Anne.
4 voice: How old is
But We have thrown him out-quite properly we
trust. Think Of wretch who will indulge in levity
when contemplating this sublime act OF
faith! r. L. H.
RACE SUICIDE.