New-York tribune., 1919-02-15
THE DIARY OF OUR OWN SAMUEL pEpYs

ing with great zest, and in the evening to
see "Somctime,' all alone, forasmuch as l
could find no companion to go with me.
Mr.. Ed. Wynn very comickall, but the
play too treacly for my taste.
13-R. Werrenrath the barytone come to
take me to luncheon, and we talked for
two hours of all manner of things, and
he tells me he is to sing in "Pagliacc"
next Wednesday, which I was glad to hear
for l deem him the best singer ever I
heard. Miss Rosina Henley to see me and
l gave her kiss, as she did not resist
To A. Levy the barrister's for dinner and
| brought my harmonca, and Newman
played on the piano and played melo-
dies from "Robin Hood" and "The Con
doiers" and thence to hear "Robn Hood"
again, liking it as we'll as ever, albeit
Jess Dandy the playactor safe behind me
and, as he had played Friar Tuck in the
old days, did sing all the words of all the
songs and choruses, so that it was hard
to hear the singers upon the stage. To an
inn, and met S. Merwin, and had cheese
rabbit, and S. told a story of his youth
very amusing.
14-St. Valentines Day. and red heart
came to me from Helen Scott, who hath
never forgot me. To the train for Wash
ington to see my wife, who is gone to the
hospital again, poor wretch, that the
chyrurgeons may better her.
Nature sings in brooks and trees,
Plays a symphony with a breeze.
The Dearborn Independent.
And in the room my neighbor has
The window shade and the breeze play Jazz
This department has crusaded for years
against the condescending, patronzing use
of quotation marks, but if we ever see
an alusion to the "rest" camp at LIE
Havre we shall ndorse it.
BABY TALK
[From The Burlington (Vt) Free Prcssl
Mr.. and Mrs. Willard Martin and infant son.
Cla c,wcnerre ZQlb& &
Ted Robinson the Cleveland Plain Deal
cr's ntid colyumist, has published Mere
Melodies" all of them melodic and some
less mere than others. AS, for example:
He stood alone in Nazareth,
He walked alone by Galilcc;
Alone he crossed the unknown sea
We darkly know Death.
Whatever path those others trod
They had Him at their side:
Alone He had human guide
Alone, He trusted God
All We would seek martyrs throne
But that we know what it would mean
Pain we might bear. however keen.
But dare not be alone
My notion of self-control" offers II.
g., whose initials carelessly were omitted
from his subsolar novelty about the Mis-
chievous Side Door in yesterdays Tower,
'is to read your contribution in its proper
order when it doesn't top the column
To Martin McMx, who considers that
Archie took the title Of his vers-libre So
quence from Mr.. James Stephens's book. it
may be said that the title of Mr. Stephens's
book was "Here Are Ladies'" and of Archie's
sheaf "'Here Are LADIES'" The quotation
implies the apology to Mr.. Stephens
1t is the conjecture of an inmate of
Washington, d. c., who reads the Timez
of that city, that the next war is going to
be between the two great yellow races, the
Japanese and the followers of the Hearst
press.
One should not be harsh with the East
Side because so many so-called apitators
used to live there. That was in the old
days before thc West Side subway service
had attained its present perfection.
Monday morning we shall reprint the
wars best, to our frivolous way of think
ing, poem of the war-Mr A A N;,o,
From Full Heart"
Germany Must Cut Army" cables Old
Charley Seiden to Tho Times.
NOW you know what to do with your
old razor blades. Fp