SUNDAY, JANUARY 22, 1922 TI-IL MICHIGAN DAILY MAGAZINE a
After Two Thousand Beers
(Continued from Page 1) aplot, this is a grave mistake that you MAMMA (joyously, as James enters JAMES: Amen!
empty, too." And then, "Sure, a booze are making; for our still brews not with the still and bottles): HATCIIAPLOT (Seizing the bottles):
hunt's better than a possum hunt any booze but beautifter. The liquid we Ah! my little son's not dead. He's Thought you'd defy the Brew Laws,
night. Three beers!" They're, after concoct is not for drinking but un- bringing back the till, did you? (Other officers come in.)
you, James. kinking. 'Tis not synthetic gin, but HATCHAPLOT (seizing the bottles): MAMMA (indignantly): Gentlemen,.I
JAMES: Ach Gott! I knew it. What hair-straightener. Aha, now I have you! Now hand over assure you, we have not brewed for
base minds! HATCHAPLOT: Oh, what a line! those bottles.
SALINE: 0 James, what of your Well, if you still won't tell me where JAMES: Mamsaa, I had to come back. (The officers gather up the para-
brew?.('oitesofficers atheronowthewpars
rJames goes to the still with an air your stitl is, knotw who will .I found I had forgotten my mono- pherala, aand Mr. Iatchaplot seizes
of determination. Saline glances at MAMMA: Oh, not the run-hounds, gramed military brushes. Withoutl ames roughly by the arm.)
him pityingly, and exits.) not that- It was to make straight, hem our straightener was useless. lAMES (gently): Mother, forgive
MAMMA: Don't manifest concern, and not to make tight-I'll swear it MAMMA (reverently): I knew you them, for they know not what we
darling. It was a true aesthetic im- on the Chemistry book. would come bock to me? As the Drew brew.
pulse that led you to the distilling (Loud noise is heard-outside.) (tBook says: "I.COC1=HC1+CO." (CURTAIN)
of this potion. As Marcus Aurelius
says, "No man can rob us of our free
will," that is, our private still. = /
(James gathers up the bottles, prep- -
aratory to moving the still.)+,kr,
MAMMA: Ah, James, this must not
be. (Picking up Chemistry book,
which is beside the still.) Have you
forgotten the postulate of your youth.
Listen-"The chlorides are very reac-
live substances. C H (2) BrtCH Br
-2 NH=CH NH.2I Br.
JAMES: Ah, I had forgotten.
MAMMA: And your favorite sacred
song:
"Jack and Jill they had a still.
('Tis true they hadn't oughter)._ _ __ _ _
They kept it till they'd brewed their
Then gave it to their daughter." a u
JAMES: (firmly) But I have no That is the attitude that well dressed
daughter. Therefore I must go and
take the still with me. (Picking up
still and bottles he starts toward the m en take when they are buying formal
door.)J
MAMMA: (clinging to him): But,
James, you need not go. You can ex-
plain all. clothes. A few extra dollars invested
JAMES: Ai, mamma, they will not
swallow it.
MAMMA: Go, if you will, and return in quality now will pay you big divi-
whenI have talked with them.
(James exits, bearing the still in his
arms,) dends in the future. There is a deal of
MAMMA: I must calm myself for the
impending interview.
(Noise of motorcycle in the distance. 'satisfaction in now i n g that your
Loud knocking. Mamma opens door. stsa to n k o i g t a ,y u
Enter Mr. Hatchaplot.)
MAMMA: What would you with me.
HATCHAPLOT: Where do you hide clothes are everything they ought to
your still?
MAMMA: Oh, let me explain. Ours \tc t
is a still still, one that would not in- be -- that they are correct in every
terest you, I trust.
HATCHAPLOT: We can decide that ,,,,
for ourselves. Where is your son? detail. °
MAMMA: Still out. 0, Mr. Hatch-
AN 1 SSAY ON WILLIAM BLAKE
BY HARDY HOOVER
(Continued from Page 2)
His short poems are replete with
sweetness and power. His poetry biSe vi
not bound by a preconceived system vcy
or set of metrical regulations. His W e believe we can male you clothes
rhythm is simple and spontaneous.
There is no labored study for effec-
tiveness or brilliancy. Here are two that will be beyond criticism
lines from his "Cradle Song":
"Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep."
Some of the most charming of his
poems are "The Chimney Sweeper,"
"To the Evening Star," "Nurse's
Song," "Cradle Song," "The Clod and
the Pebble," and 'The Little Black
Boy."
It is axiomatic that we, the English-
speaking world, must have genius
thrust upon us. Now that we have itJ K ralI
thorust upon us, let us accept it.Je L .AI l la C If
"Johnny Weaver, book of 604 E. LIBERTY ST - Frst Bloch of from State
poems "In America" I in its sixth
editon, has accepted sition of lit-
erary editor of th oklyn Daily
Eagle, to which pape e has for some
time contributed a ersonal column
dealing with books and kindred sub-111
jerts. Mr. Weaver has written a story TUXEDOS AND DRESS SUITS FOR H-IRE 4.
called "Margey Wins the Game" which
will be published in April, by Knopf.