New-York tribune., 1920-07-13


affair, and 1t will be more or less
come-down for the owner of such q
dwelling to move to the Executive
Mansion.
Unless these old eyes deceive US, the
car standing in front of Governor
Cox's Trails End" is the same brand
as our own Juggernaut of Joy. If it
is, we hereby bolt the Republican and
Socialist parties.
Governor Cox's challenge is to "any
gentleman on Gods footstool," and for
omitting the hue of the footstool he
stamps himself as an original can
| didate
The Diary OF Our Own Samuel Pepys
July Gin my petrol Wagon to the
office, where all day at work, but wear
lily. Stopped for H. Harrison, the
charade-player, and he and l with M.
Glass to dinner, very fine, Of clans
and chicken and a cantaloup filled
with strawberry ice cream, and so to
Mistress Alice Sullivan's to see our
cat, who is no less playful than he
was. So home, early, and to bed, and
finished reading R. Hughess "What's
the World Coming To 2" and was struck
with the true historical value of the
book.
10-Up at five, and M. Pemberton
met me and we to Sheffield, Mass, in
my petrol-waggon, through a fair
green country, and met my wife there,
the best have seen her in two years,
and we called on w. Eaton, who hath
the fairest garden ever saw any,
where, and he told me story or
asked me whether l had heard the
story of the Scotchman who had over
payed his caddy. No. quoth 1. Well,
he said, you never will.
11-Up, and breakfast at Mistress
Helen's, and played some lawn tennis
with E. Saxton, and so to dinner, and
then with my wife to Stockbridge, and
l taking leave of her, and regretfully,
too; and to Sheffield again and M.
Pemberton and 1 driving home pleas
antly and without mishap and so to
bed before ten.
12-Up early, and to the office, and
there all day, and late to Woodmere
to the courts.
| Turning, as we were the other night,
to matters of moment, let the question
of firefy's diet be discussed. 1t is
Sally's notion that firefies subsist on
some light food. "Currents," we Of
fered. Hldegarde is certain that
lampreys, with a salad of bulbs, nour-
ish them.
AS to their tipple, it is incontro-
vertible that they get lit up on fire
water. Or luminade.
First Lines From "The Bah Ballads"
At pleasant evening party I had taken
down to supper
A tar, but poorly priced
Babette she fisher gal
Bedecked in fashion trim.
Mr.. Blake regular out-and-out hard
ened sinner
My boy, you may take it from me-
Oh! little maid.-I do not know your
name.
Oh my name is John Wellington Wells.
Old Peter led wretched life
On all Arcadia's sunny plain
A perfect sport is Mr.. Wade H.
Hayes, who incloses francs in pay
ment of a bet made at Chaumont two
years ago, adding ticket for 100
grammes de pain. Speaking of mem
ory," writes Col. Hayes, "yours isn't
so good. You seem to forget the
patience, time and effort 1 devoted to
teaching you that spurs are spurs and
are not commonly used as anti-skid
chains"
ain fact" Prof. Brander Matthews
says, in the New York Times Book Re-
view, LOCKER once said to me, Il don't
know any one who has used it success
fully-except Holmes and T." If
Locker said that to Prof. Matthews,
our worship Of him is qualified; if
Prof. Matthews makes him say it, our
veneration for Prof. Matthews is
maculate.
Speaking Of Mr.. Lawrence Perry's
story" postcards Baron Ireland, III
notice he makes his heroine 'resil-
lent girl. She has been, doubtless, a
bouncing baby"
1t will be just our luck to have the
world end on August 4, as the Maine
prophet forecasts, right in the middle
of our vacation.
The Rev. John Roach Straton may be
glad to learn that the stores are help
ing him appeal to virtue. Wanamaker's
advertises every Good Mems Union
Suits"
The Atlantic City chair pushers at
the hour Of galumphing to press still
are on strike; and we Of the leisure
class are disconsolate.
Whatll we do if the glass cornu-
copia makers walk out? FpA