The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1914-09-24

Hie TIC ndllon Win Olg0lty honesty
and courage which is calm. II :
neither patriotic nor honest to fa;1
in respect for him nor support "f
him. Theodore Roosevelt cannot
afford, as politician or gentleman
to occupy the unique position men,
toned by The World.
| The UnScientific Scientist---ScOtty (ioes
/ Swimming.
San Diego Exposition
Sept. %, 1914
Dear Herb:
/ Do you remember about Neptune2
| He was the old fellow who lived in
the sea and wore a crown and car.
ried a trident and came up to blow
every so often-of course you cant
blame him for that, he was King Of
the Sea, or something, and he had
a license to blow! l would, too if 7
had a job Ike that-and who was
always attended by swell lookin6
danes whose neither extremities
however, were somewhat disappoint'
ing. Frankly, just between you and
me, l think the 1914.model mer.
maids have the NEUROLOGICAL ones
beaten four ways from the Jack
It's open season for them all the
year round here, too. We've pot
some of the late models working at
the San Diego Exposition. Yer, |
know. saw them in the bay last
Saturday afternoon Honest, Herb
this isn't such a poor place to work
But / was going to tell you about
"Neptune's Wonderland" It's an
aquarium, on the 'lsthmus" here
and whale Of big one. 1t holds
something like a million fsh-or
maybe it was only a thousands
forgot-anyway, it's some acquar.
ium! / give you my word you be-
gin to feel as if it were running in
strong competition with the ocean
when you see all those things swim
ming and squirming and crawling
around in there. | call them
things to be on the safe side-that
describes most anything. l started
to make a list of their names, but
mos of them | couldn't spell-and
they didn't sound like regular
names anyway-and what | did
write was about as interesting as
page 200 of my prize dictionary
(paid the last installment on it this
month, didn't take that cash dis
count, so | desisted.
One thing ia there is an old &C.
Quaintance-a stingaree. Wildly
recalled nay introduction to it. Un-
Willingly I stepped on it in the surf;
Willingly, it threw its tail up over
my foot (10RB-no, that's the size
of my silk hose) hurriedly but ef-
fectively, and l still carry the scar.
Well, the memory made me sad
Whenever | feel sad want to write
poetry: So wrote you a poem
about it, At least I called it a
poem, and my up-to-date steno-
grapher she called it poem. But
the Boss he called it-WeIl, any,
way, it didn't get by; so am afraid
you'll never see it, until my Me.
moirs. are published. | named it
The Tail of the Stingaree." You
could sing it to the tune of the
Bumblebee If you felt musical.
played it on the piano-with one
hand-I had to use the other to
beat time-and' say! It's a bear!
Sweetly sad Cor sadly sweet, either
way) sentiment, too! But you'll
have to wait for the Memoirs
this local Board of Censorship is
is awful Grained in Chicago and
acts as if he's proud of it).
The auditor came into my office
the other day and handed me the
check for my monthly stipend
(He's got quite a job, that fellow;
nothing to do but count money and
dole it out in the smallest possible
amounts.) And he asked: "Scotty
what do you write that fool stuff to
Herb for?"
| waved pink slip in his face
coquettishly and said: For this.
Then he looked kind of sad-hes
not self-separator at all-and he
asked me if | wasn't ashamed to
take the money / said was, but
that d rather be ashamed than not
get it. He could see the sense to
that all right-it didn't leave much
room for argument-but | still
maintain that his soul harbors none
of the DIVINUS AFFLATUS, what,
ever that is. Aside from that,
like him. But DON'T MISS NEP-
TUNES WONDERLAND.
Yours by the glad sea waves