New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-01-12
BY EARL DERR BIGGERS

y read on there returned to my heart glow had not
known IN forty wears The bard spoke Of her hair:
Her yellow locks crsped like golden wyre.
About her shoulders were loosely shed,
and saw as in a drcam-ahcm, | can trust you, Cen
tl,ncn-a Girl | supposed had forever forgot IN the
mold and dust of my later years. ! Will not 60 further
into the matter Nv wifc's hair IS black.
And reading on but losing the thread OF the poets
cogv in rhc golden fabric Of my rcsurrected dream It
came p me 20 compare that maid knew IN the long
ago with the women | knew today Nh, Gentlemen!
Lips. made but for smiling, fling wegkty arguments on
the unofTcnding atmosphere Eyes, made % light with
that light that never was by land or blaze instead
with what they call the injustice Of womans ,crN'udc
White hands made TO find their way TO the hands OF
some Young man in the moonlight carry banner Do The
dusty streets II seemed the blue eyes OF that girl
of long ago turned sad rcbukng on her sisters q today
rs finished reading my heart was awhir. SAID 'o the
Young men before me:
There aGs woman, Gcntcmcn-a woman worth
a million SutfragcttcS,
was my old. meek, academic self The vision .... .it
no trace dismissed my class and went home. found
that my wifcshc of the black hair had LETT "E sip
per, bv the library FIRE. | put them on, and plunged
into q pamphlet lately published by distinguished
member of German university faculty. ! though. me
incident closed forever
He gazcd Sorrowfully at the two young mon.
But Gentlemen, had not counted on that VIPER
that we uourSh in our bosom the American newspaper
At present will not take time 10 dcnouu.e the press
am preparing an article the subject for respectable
weekly Of select circulation Suffice II 20 recon. VIVA"
happened. The next day an evening paper appeared
with huge picture Of me on Its front page, ana me
hiicou< statement that this the Professor Bolton
who had said that one PcroXid Blond IS Worth
Million SutfragcttcS
yes that was the dreadful version Of my remark
that was spread broadcast. Up 10 the time that story
appeared had no idea TO what sort Of creature the
pcroXid blond might be protested, OF course. might
rs we'll have tried to dam tidal wave with tab. fork
The wrath Of the world swept down upon me. was
dcugcd with kilograms, editorials letters denuHncnE
me- Fiun-faCcd females lay in wait for me and waved
umbrellas in my eyes Even my wife turned 'r w me,
saving that while she did not ask me 10 hold her views
the question of suffrage, she thought Nigh. So, least
refrain from publicly commenting a type %, woman,
found chiefly in musical comedy ChoruScS. received
note from the president of the university asking me
to be more circumSpcct in my remarks. Me IhadieuS
Bolton-thc most conservative OF men by instinct
And still the dcnunCiationS OF me poured ~; SUI.
womCnS clubs held meetings resolving against mes stu
a steady stream OF reporters flowed through my me-
urging TO state my views further 10 name the Ten
greatest blends in history, to-Hcavcn knows Mha'
Yesterday resolved could stand II no longer de-
tcrmincd 10 60 away until the whole thing was t.rgo'
ten. But they said to me, there is no place, on ana
where the reporters will not find you. 'tINOu
the matter with my old friend John Bentley owner
of Badpatc Inn and he in his kindness gave me The Key
TO this hoStclrv."
The old man paused, and passed a silk handkerchief
over his bald head.
That. Sirs he said. us my story That is why You
on Badpac Mountain this chill December morn
ing That is why loneliness can have tcrror,, exile
no sorrows for me. That is why bravcly faced your
revolver shots Again let me repeat, bear no mai't
on that score. You have ruined a derby hat ana
the honorarum of professor even at leading UNIVERSITY
Is not such as TO permit OF many purchases IN ih .I
But forgive YOU freely Even at the cannon S mouth
would have fed from reputation, ii YOU will permit me
to paraphraSc the poet.
WIISELY Professor Bolton blinked about him,
w Bland was half asleep in his chair; Mage WAS