New-York tribune., 1921-11-17

strike
Or burn a few books that he failed to
like,
To lock a few lads in a dungeon cell
And smash few heads in the bargain
we'll,
What else would I do when Pm just
cop
And he is Reverend Archbishop?
ARTHUR GUITERMAN.
1t is surprise, editorially, to The
World to learn that ever so many of
us don't know, Or have forgotten, that
the United States has been ct peace
with Germany since July 9. Our ex-
planation of that ignorance is this: On
July 2 Mr. Dempsey knocked NJ. Car
pentier for a goal from the fiftyyard
line. The evening papers of July de-
voted far more space to that great news
event than to the story of the Peace
of Raritan. The July 3 papers, which
were Sunday papers, were overwhelm-
ingly full of the New Jersey "battle," F"
and while considerable prominence was
Jersey occurrence, most of us--it was
hot day and one with holiday be-
hind it and ahead of it-read little
but the fight stories.
AS one who envisages his own obit-
uary--and who of us does not ?--it is
our hope to Pick at the Counterpart
on a Sunday night, when things in all
the city rooms are darned dull.
Our eavesdropping on buffers has
been infrequent, but never, off the
stage, have we heard one say. "If
may make so bold, sir"
While they haven't exactly scrapped
'em, the girls began, years ago, to dis
arm their evening gowns.
THE DIARY OF OUR OWN SAMUEL PEPYS
November 15-Early up, and found a
birthday present on the table from
Mistah, a bottle of lilac shaving To-
tion, and my wife gave ME her best
wishes; and I said, Do you think / am
overfond of folly for one of my years i?
Whereto she said, Yes; and I agreed
with her, and made vow to be serious
for the next forty years. To the Office,
and hastened to finish my stint, and so
luncheon, and asked him whether he
had seen Rabelais. Rabelais who? he
queried. Mirabelais dictu, was my an
swer, which sent him into cyclones of
merriment. Have you seen Theophilus,
he said-Theophilus show I ever saw?
So home, and found two cravats from
a.. Samuels and fine kerchief from
Kate. And gave rny wife SOME roses,
which she liked greatly. So to Mistress
Alice Miller's for dinner, very good,
and a merry party there, and II. Har-
rison the tayle-writer so droll was
shook with laughter.
16-In my petrol-waggon to the Of
fee, and at my stint all day, save for
talking with G. Burgess about the Au-
thors' League party next Sunday. So
home and early to bed.
In Branchtown, Pa, Bernard Dom
nelly has been sent to the county
prison for obtaining m. under f. p. ."He
had already" says The Philadelphia
Evening Ledger, COLLECTED $2.10 in
nickels." Our contention is that he
should have been sent not to Jail, but
to the Museum Of Natural History
Never have read story of Grid
iron Club dinner that made us wish
we had attended; and the only horse
show story we ever read through was
one writtep in about 1909 by Irwin S.
Cobb, and it appeared in The Evening
World.
That was the story, by the way,
when Mr.. Cobb achieved the perfect
smile by saying that Mrs. w. E. Corey,
with pair of emerald earrings, looked
like Lenox Avenue local.
The Cempleat SIangler
lFrom I'm the Valley" 1isso>. by Harold
"He was too proud to fight for HIM
self, and too patriotic not to fight for
his country, whether the just reward
came or was withheld"
1t is an athaletic young man who
wrote the Wanamaker copy speaking
Of "the book stallx adiourning the
Auditorium"
Stick close to your desks and never
go to sea,
For there's going to be scrapping af
the Kings Navee.
Britannia, briefly, will golden-rule
| the waves.
-------~As ..-ks