Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1919-08-25

ANoJe-iNdn FaVlOtt, a young Rus
sian who has been in this county a
few years and has tried his hand al
journalism, art and other things, Wis
tied the journal office yesterday. He
is suffering from tubercu ,osis and is
working his way to Phoenix, Ariz,
where he has friends. He did rot ask
for aims but said he was willing to
do anything his strength and ability
permitted in order to get money He
was told TO write a brief story of his
experiences and his impressions of AL
buquerque, which he has done under
the pen name of Maxim Maynard
Maynor)
Life isn't always what it is cracked
up to be. So, at least, thought Ivan
Pavloff as he struggled his way through
jostling mob of fellow-passenger in
the Santa Fe depot Of Albuquerque,
which name might spell home in cap
ital letters to his travel companions,
but to him, Ivan. meant only another
dot on his ever-dotted travel map.
Would hard luck tales have sold for
nickel ream, most certainly Ivan
Pavloff (anybody can guess his. ma
tionality without the writer's hint)
could have made old John DIS bank
roll look like "chicken-feed," or in
more intelligent English loose
change. Now and then, but mostly
then, Dame Fortune would call a
truce in her feud with young Ivan,
but mostly they were on odds. But
even his altogether too frequent ups
and-downs' failed to put a damper
on IYan's optimism who sought and
found, comfort in the sound philoso-
ply that things could be worse.
A few years ago Ivan had drifted
to the United States as a greenhorn,
though green was hardly just a til
tie, since Ivan had acquainted every
corner of the globe with his person
(whether the Old World got tired of
Ivan or Ivan of the Old World we
will leave an open question:.
After spending most Of his time in
the New World pursuing the delight
fully interesting vocation of a Jack
of-a,l trades (master of none) and
filling the now and then intervals with
an attempt on art COR attempt in cap
ital letters), Ivan decided to give poor
Muse Art chance to breathe and try
his hand on the literary line, hoping
to arrive" sooner or later (probably
later.
Ivan started things right by vast
ing bale of otherwise perfectly good
writing paper for his biography, which,
according to a known New York
editor who probably read VANS his
tory in hopeless fit of philanthropy,
was combination of the late Captain
Kidd, Robinson Crusoe and Jack Lon
don. Anyhow, it started Ivan who,
overwhelmed With gratitude. an
swered said editor with a cargo of
short stories (more short than story.
Anyhow, the editor was a game sport
who could take joke Che must have
BEEN.
Through a series of circumstances
mostly caused by VANS anxiousness
to enlighten the people with his
genius free of charge, most of the
stories travelled the long trail from
which there is no return. A regretta-
BILE incident, since thus disappeared
a priceless collection (priceless in a
way since the price was never dis
that would once more have
given proof TO the world that a good
man can't be kept down, as far as
nerve and obstinacy is concerned.
For while Ivan continued writ,
ng and managed to keep up the eX-
oense of mailing and re-mailins
)mostly re-mailing) same manu-
scripts. In a way of inheritance
aforesaid manuscripts developed the
abit of being as fond of travelling
IS their author $50 to judge by their
inal antique appearance). If the /
postoffice should ever CONSIDER a |
special reduced rate for its best Gus
omers, undoubtedly Uncle Sam will |
tart it with Ivan Pavloff
Admitting to himself that he could |
eve filled the library shelves hai |
here been more general space, Iva1
wrote and wrote some more, famed
Q enthusiasm by the predictions of
certain literary celebrities that he
vas the future Jack London, these
celebrities probably thought it a good
urn, and an inexpensive one at that
o kidd Ivan along and keep him
Since the world in general seemed
o develop the careless habit of classi-
wing him among the missing writers
though he was not missed) poor
van sought solace in the Boehmian
tmOsphere of Greenwich village.
lnce most of the village artists seem
d to go Ivan double on his disillus-
)ns, he found there his heaven; the
)cal Bolsheviks (before the Russian
evolution just plain radicals) greet
hg him as their gifted Comrade.
Since Father Time seemed to over
ook Ivan he spent some months IN
he study of social science, sarcology
BahaiiSm and the gods
now what else. Soon Ivan became a
asst master in the art of the prepara-
lens of such connections as porridge,
atmeal and other delicacies which 1
ould keep the pace with his pocket
ook. But at last Ivan went on strike,
unger strike and work-strike the
ormer rather compulsory, thereby
waiting two flies at once.
Reaching a stage of almost spirit
al existence caused by the involuE-
lry abstinence, Ivan had just deN
ided to copy Jack Londons idea in