Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1918-03-03

where, do WEI" sighed Napoleon.
Everybody has a different plan to
propose, and no sooner is one sugges-
tion advanced than some knocker rises
up and slams it,
WELL" said Solomon, with a grin.
that's because you are not consistent.
You all practically decided a few min
utes ago that Bill is nothing more than
a disease that the world is suffering
from; a disorder of the germ species;
remedies you would apply to the abate-
ment of mere men. The result of that
is obvious. Some previous sufferer from
any kind of an Imposed penalty is
made along the old lines. If you sug-
gest running him through a fiery fur
mace, Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego
will put up a ho1ler: if you suggest
drowning him in grape juice, the luke
of Clarence will rear up on his hind
legs and protest; if you suggest tying
him to a rock down by the sea, where
some hungry octopus will come along
and make a lunch of him, Perseus and
Andromeda will threaten suit for in
him in the heel, Achilles will go out on
the warpath. and SO on. The fact Is,
Bill is an entirely new proposition in
this little universe of ours, and ITS go
ing to take some wizard to invent
new prescription to fit his case.
"And you, of course" said Socrates,
sarca sticaIly, ARE the only wizard now
wizarding that is equal to the wizard
Gus task"
spoken like a true son of wisdom"
rejoined Solomon. Yes, Socrates is
right; I am the man, and my solution
of our problem is simple. Being a germ,
Bill must be fought with germs. And
since a punishment to be effective
should punish, I think I know what
ought to be DONE.
"Stop sparring for dramatic effect.
Solly." said Napoleon. land get down
to brass tacks. Give US the solution.
and well do the verbal embroidery
later"
II would inoculate him with the virus
of the lizard" said Solomon. Il would
pour into his veins the liquid essence
is, don't you?
sure" said Emerson. Hes the first
half of neutral
Exactly" said Solomon, somewhat
nettled that Emerson should have got
away with the joke he had intended to
perpetrate himself. Now, Bill prldes
himself on being war lord, ana II
there is anythoing he detests more tnan
coddle, and therein lies the effectiveness
of my plan. This incubation Wouio
transform him in the twinkling OF an
eye into a human rabbit, indistinguish-
able from your everyday common gar
den variety of pacifist"
and you think that would hurt MN,
do you?" sneered Socrates"
Hurt him" echoed Solomon why,
of course it would hurt him. 1t would
puncture the very heart of the bubble
he lives-his conceit! To become the
thing that he most detests-what worse
fate could the furies themselves design
for man? Bill has shown that he cares
nothing for the contempt of the world;
but self-contempt would sere his very
soul"
nlan. Darwin" asked Napoleon. as the
great human zoologist entered the
quite worthy of its origin" said
Darwin, 'and for a wizard of the Solo
monte period. surprisingly advanced
but it is not the real solution OF the
problem. There's only one thing to be
done with Bill, and you fellows aren't
within a million miles of even family
guessing what that thing is. All you
are thinking of is revenge. You seek
to visit retribution upon him and his
kind, but I take more abstract, scien-
tifc view of our duty should permit
the man to fulfill his destiny
and let him enslave the world?
roared Robespierre.
'sEnsIaye nothing" laughed Darwin
sThat is not his destiny. No should
simply strip him of all his clothes
transport him to Africa. and cast him
, back into the jungle where he belongs
days in the bosom of his species"
what? cried Frederick the Great
: springing to his feet. his face scarlet
with wrath. DO you mean to suggest