New-York tribune., 1922-09-15

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Billy-ghost, or for a bachelor to be
haunted by Nanny-ghost? Per-
haps some of our amateur moralists
will be able to soothe Aunt Prue's
twittering perplexity.
SANCTUARY
know garden white with flowers,
So white that early moonlight seems
To slant across the day time hours
And clothe the weary earth with
dreams.
I know garden sweet and white,
Beneath the sun, beneath the moon,
A place Of prayers in dusk or light,
A sanctuary, night or noon.
And there keep my tryst with you,
And there | go to dream and pray;
There count my blessed memories, too,
The while / hold the world away.
l hear whisper at my eur,
feel touch against my face
So you come back to me, my dear,
With all your tender spirits grace.
There is garden pure as prayer
And sweet as dreams from heaven
blown;
And you can seek and fad me there,
There / can know you till my own.
---REINA MELCHER.
~ surely do wish>they would re-
peal that there Eighteenth Com
mandment," The Old Soak confided
to US yesterday. "Afore Prohibition
broke out, used to go along fer
hours an hours, never thinkin'
much of liquor. But since they
say l can't have it, my intellects
is all tangled up permanent think
in Of ways to get 1t. If any one
tells me I dastn't, it's my nature
to show 'em / dast. An stickin'
up fer my principles that way is
maxim me drink more'n I really
want to. An I'm gonna do my
duty by my moral principles even
if it does make one Of these here
martyrs out'n me, like the good
book tells about. At the same
time, I wisht they would loosen up
on their laws little, SO as I could
feel free to go back to a temper
ance way Of livin'.'
The Old Soak may be little
lemient NTH himself; but, anyhoD,
he doesn't drink as mach as one Of
Scott Fitzgerald's or Joseph Herge-
sheim,er's heroines.
From the foreign correspondents
we CLEAN that if France and Ger
many fight again it will be because
they are afraid Of each other.
A Letter From Capt. Fisxurse
Sir: Whittier are we drifting?
rose from my seat in a public
conveyance yesterday intending to
give it to a lady, when man
crowded in front Of her and en-
deavored to appropriate it to him
self. hustled him to the sidewalk,
and drawing the blade. from nv
sword cane--it Is cut down from the
rapier which was presented to me
by Napoleon Hi grasped the ruff
fan by the ear and said to him:
II will not compliment you by
thrusting this sword through your
body, for it is the same steel with
which / have fought nine different
gentlemen on the field of honour. But,
sir, will recognize your existence
to the extent of cutting your id
fat-lobed ear Off" A gentleman
could not have done less. =
But-believe it or not, as YOU
choose!--I was prevented by the in
reference of two burly policemen,
and it seems there is going to be
some sort of an abominable, common
lawsuit about it.
Indeed, am now at liberty only
because | am out on bail, having
spent night in the common gaoI.
And, to add to the outrage, my
sword-the sword given by an En-
peror to a Gentleman on the battle
field!--the blade presented by the
last of the Bonapartes to the last Of
the Fitzurses this sword has actu-
ally been taken away from me on
some dastardly legal pretext which
] do not comprehend.
/ have lived ninety-four years. and
! perceive that have lived too long.
since ! have outlived honour In the
world.
Sir, I ask again, whittier are we
drifting?
CAPT. PETER FITzrrRsr q G a