New-York tribune., 1921-10-28
The Coming 77ower
LETHARGY

They Gre 80 commonplace.
I'm bored .oith all Tho verssfed, bold
alluding
TO spiritual and other sorts Of love:
I'm weary of pretty near everuthfno.
Including
The things Pvs sold above.
And still It toouldn't BE- fois for mo mot
to mention
A thing that I'm as sorry for az you:
I'm weary Of not having the energy or
snvention
10 dopc out something new.
Well, here is Mr.. H. G. Wells. He has
been here before, so probably he already
has notions about New York's skyline,
the beauty and charm OF American
women, the hurry of American crowds,
and the novel theme of Prohibition.
We. for one. don't care tuppence at the
present rate of exchange what he
thinks about these things. What he is
conspicuously expert in is his analytic
knowledge of the Inferiority Complex
It is what Kipps, Mr.. Lewisham, and
Mr. Polly had; it is what Mr.. Hoop
driver ("The Wheels Of Chanoe"), to US
as important hero as Mr.. Wells ever
made, mad. For there comes q time
when the 1nferiority Complex is shed,
and its owner becomes a Turning
Worm. Well, if nation had no Inferi-
ority Complex, it wouldn't protect itself
by armaments. And suppose all the
nations suddenly became courageous
enough to apply for membership in
tho Turning Worm Club. But
there. Wells never did thing for The
Coming Tower, and we're not going to
write any more of his stuff for him.
Remembah, the Show Is Only Half Ovah
F. P. A.: The ballyhoo man for the
hooch dancers with Miller's Carnival
Company-I heard him in Lykens, Pa.
had a smooth, insinuating manner
and a mcllihuous voice; his stuff ran
thus:
Gather round, gentlemen, gather
close and near. This lit-tel lady now
before you is the Princess zuleika, who
has danced before all the crowned
heads Of Eurip. This lit-tel lady will!
give an ex-i-bish-shan in the tent, for
gen-til-men only. You have heard Of a
dance that is sensational. I tell you
fhia Ganca 10 oduco+;opo1 Che Ao.. va
dance with her head, neyther does she
dance with her feet, but from the TOP
o. her head to the soles of her feet.
every bone, every fibar, every mussil
AND tissue, shakes and vibarates,
quakes and trembils, Quivars and
shivars, like the leaves of mighty
oak in the summer breeze 1t was a
dance like this that made John the
Baptist lose his head, and if John the
Baptist lost his head-need l say more?
The music starts, the ex-i-bish- shan is
about to begin. Right this way. gen.
tilmen, twenty-five cents, the quahtah
of dollah. Right this way. (Boom!
Boom! BoomD BERToN BRALEY.
F. P. A.: I used to get passes to
Kohl & Middletons Clark Street Dime
Museum, where after gazing my fill
on the Ossified Man and the Man That
Couldn't Stop Walking and the Negro
Turning White, used to go down
stairs to the theater and heard
murphy and Mack in the pleasing spe-
cialty" and the gent that picked out
people in the audience and made a song
about them right then and there, and
the acrobats, the top one of whom was
always mixing up his feet with the
sky borders.
l sort of got acquainted with that
young fellow who announced and
orened the session by saying: Before
commencing our entertainment would
asst the gents to Ell remove their hats,
please" One week he kind o. swung
out, as it were, and sang a number
whose chorus was:
"Frayunce has the lellay;
Englund the rose;
Everybody knows where the she-am-
rock grows.
Scotland the thissull that blows on the
lea
But Amurruck kazemblumz the voilet."
All along life's thorny pathway since
then that simple air has been both
anchor and guiding star. E. W.
MRS. DUFFY THE CHARwOMAN
0 Blessed Maryl
And why did I come
From the green hills of Kerry
To live in a slum?
The green hills of Kerry
And Kerry's blue skies;
Sure wherever ye'd look
1t would pleasure your eyes.
No hills nor no green
Now my eyes ever meet;
'Tis gray roofs overhead
And black mud in the street,
My own Kerry cottage
Had two rooms, no more:
I've three rooms now-Och,
But they're on the fifth floor!
I,aNpinO of uafarc