New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1916-12-01
ANARCHISTS'BALL
breaches PEACE
Bald-Pated Baby Will Be
No Soldier, Its Parent
Warns Dancers

7, was not until after the cave man
had stretched his weary, bare legs on
the dance floor and the wiry little man
with the large auburn mop OF hair had
been carried by the poilu, the tramp
and Pierrot TO a secluded spot TO con-
clude his snoring that the Thanksgiving
Eve costume ball Of the Francisco
Ferrer Association (popularly spoken
Of as the anarchists BALD came to an
end early yesterday in Laurel Garden
20 East 10th Street.
Il was the man Of the auburn mop
who throughout the evening had per-
sistentIy interrupted NJ. Elephants
efforts 70 give three hurrahs for the
social revolution by demanding in loud,
albeit hiccoughing, tones:
"Who speaks of poets? Poets are
Int women, and women nothing more
than human be.ngsl Who dsres speak
Of poets?"
And no one save Mr.. Mop having
mentioned poets, n. Elephant would
set his glass down with thud and
continue his discourse on the selhsh-
, ness Of England.
Would Not Fight
"Tbev ask me TO fight" he explained.
81 said: NO. ! am not English They
told me they would send me back 70
Russia. I said: why Russia2 If
wanted 10 FIGHT for Russia l would have
STAYED there. ! fight for no one but
myself. You can kill me, but will
not SIGHT. If you put me in the door
come out the window. If you put me
I'm the window l come out the door.
You cannot make me fight So they
finally let me come to this country
three months ago. l speak six Ian
guaCes.'
A brieht-eyed little girl sitting on
her mothers lap and slipping a glass
Of beer looked up and piped:
what arc they?"
"What arc they? repeated Elephant
undaunted, counting of on mis- fingers.
Russian, German, French, English,
Hebrew and Esperanto"
Whats your name? ?" asked the tiny
catechist.
"Name7 Just Elephant
Elephant" replied the cosmopolitan
~ am the only one by that name. J
bet YOU never heard & name like that"
The little girl giggled.
What's your tlrst name y she ques-
toned
Elephant"
"No your first name ?" she persisted.
Elephant. II Is my name. See 1t is
on my passport
The passport read: "Mr. Elephant"
with the French M. Elephant" the
German equivalent, Herr Elephant"
You can call me One" he laughed,
"or Only, II you wish"
Just then the orchestra, whose mem
bers had stripped themselves Of their
coats and vests, struck up mazurka
and away went everybody jumping
across the floor, whether they knew the
Russian steps or not. A buxom blonde
miss wore a covering of green leaves
and grass AS warning TO those who,
as they whrled in the dance, plucked
blades from the costume she had
pinned a sign on her shoulder which
read: Keep of the grass"
One Won't Be Soldier
Prancing through the crowd Of sew
eral hundred on the floor, was man
carrying an infant apparently less
than a wear old The little bald pate
bodied up and down among the dancers
like a pink cOcoanut while the little
fellow struggled valiantly TO ward on
the concerted attack of the Sand Man
and the electric light dazzle from ms
blue eyes Pinned TO his plump llttIe
form was large placard, announcing:
Pm not being raised TO be soldier.
Shortly after l o'clock Bill Shatot
mounted the musicians balcony, seized
the baton and commanded the num-
mers TO pass before the judges, among
whom were VI. Elephant, Esther luster
and Dunn Commarof. A Sioux Indian
pranced before a mechanical doll, while
tho roly poly little girl in black velvet
knickers, smoking cigarette, prancea
alongside a working man bearing sign
with the legends: "Im Sir Henry Dubo"
and Peace and Prosperity"
The prize went 70 the poilu, with
bloody bandage around his head and
sign on his chest reading: THE pride
Of Europe and the cause Of America
prosperity" lie was accompanied by
Red Cross nurse.
Frank Harris was TO have spoken, but
his place was taken by Alexander
Berkman. who pleaded for funds for
the defence Of the San Francisco men
accused Of having thrown the bomb in
the preparedness parade there last
spring.
Later in the evening a number Of the
Washington Square folks, including
Floyd DELL Leonard D. Abbott and Rob
Crt Henri. dropped in.
And the saGdest part about the
whole thing" moaned Mr.. Mop before
beginning "a second verse Of shores oD
his chair near the dressing room door
IS the crowd fled out, "was that Emma
Goldman wasn't here. Who speaks OF
poets? Poets are
He was sound asleep.