Evening star., 1941-04-12
The Coming
Tower
THE DIARY OF OUR OWN
SAMUEL PEPYS.
Saturday, April 5.

! u
! that deemed 1t was night, so fel
asleep, and 1t was near noon when
I awoke, so up and had breakfast,
and dawdled all the afternoon, ana
In the evening read Arsenic and
Old Lace" and discovered some
thing1 in 1t that made it seem as
comick as If I never had seen the
play at all. So to bed, but could not
sleep until midnight, when Tim
came home from dance, he having
been a wallfower, because. he said,
he doe5 not know any of the girls.
Sunday, April s.
Lay till 10 in the morning, and 50
up and walked few thousand PAGES,
as Mussolini's predecessor used to
say. and after lunch read Mr. Mar
quands H. M. Pulham, Esquire
and could not lay it down save for
supper, and hastened to it thenafter
| until I had finished it, and thought
it was better than any other book
he had wrote, and fuller Of meat
than any, especially the satire on
college athletics, alumni activities,
and the part about the hypocritical
cant in the advertising business,
especially the semi-evangelism that
seems TO hypnotic some of them.
This day "a years ago this country
declared war against Germany, and
what I remember best is that I was
walking downtown with Lee Dodd
that day, which was Friday.
Monday, April !.
Early up, and to the post office TO
catch up some letters. and in the
morning I read booklet called
Hard Words" of Tommy Clelands,
and 1t was concerned with typog-
raphy, and a mighty healthy book,
too, stressing the old notion that
legibility is the desideratum. Lord!
how the book and magazine and
| newspaper publishers strive TO get
strange effects, instead of clear SIM
plicity, which is easier on the reader,
| the person for whom these publica-
| tions are supposed TO be issued for,
but who too frequently is lost sight
of. VOW some day to write piece
called The Reader: the Forgotten
| Man"
Oh why do you swingle and foozle
and jaZzle on,
Attempting to better beautiful
| Caslon?
So all the rest Of the day at work.
and to bed early, and fell asleep
reading Two Gentlemen Of Ver-
ona." which yet hefer would read
than hear upon the stage.
Tuesday, April 8.
For the life of me I could not
'waken till half past seven, and only
then when the morning papers
woke me, and one of my boys said
We'll, you work on an evening
pepper now" which play upon words
I had but myself TO thank for, and
ought to teach me a lesson. So to
the city, and met N Salisbury. who
showed me some programs of his
fathers as the head of Salsbury's
Troubadou back in the early
seventies, and also OF the DAYS when
he was managing the Bill Show. as
the Congress of Rough Riders of the
World was called in the trade. So
home. and found there Myrtle and
Fred Wierk for dinner. and them
after talked about education till
after 10 o'clock.
Wednesday, April 9.
Up early of a pretty morning,
and to the village to do some chores.
and read some pieces about the
school books written by Dr.. Harold
Rugg, some of it so intolerant as to
make me doubt that those who
prated the most about liberty and
democracy gave any thought TO the
meaning of the words. And I know
that many of those who talk about
those books know nothing but what
they have read in excerpts, and I
would put DR.. Riggs veneration for
the country far ahead of that Of
his detractors And l was minded
of the days when an editor I worked
for was violently opposed to the
performance of Mrs. Warren's
Profession" and somebody asked
him whether he had seen it, or
read it. and he said that he didn't
have to see it, or read it, that he
was opposed to any such matters.
So in the evening to see the pupils
Of the Unquowa School play "A
Midsummer Nights Dream" few
| of the players speaking clearly, but
! most so untrippingly on the tongue
l had as lief the town-crier spoke
the lines. Such as saying "Peermus"
instead OF "Pyramus So home, and
Tim having heard Shakespeare for
the first time, said Il willeth help.
eth you TO putteth the car in the
garageth."
Thursday. April 10.
To the city pretty early. and all
day at work, and fell to thinking
that the oldtime printer hath van
ished for it is half a dozen years
since I heard anybody say to me,
you must think type is made OF
rubber" At various bit of work till
time to catch the SOB, and worked
at some versiication, and at home,
too, until after 10 at night. and fell
asleep in great contentment.
Friday, April IL.
Lay a long time, the children not
yelling in their eagerness to be at
school, there being none this day,
nor all next week either. So to the
train, but could get no newspapers.
it being Good Friday, and the scant
, supply exhausted, To the city with
F. Steele, and at work until the
printers left. F.P.A.