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the poets bowed head. "If no one petely insane. Will no one believe
D inner else wants it,-may I have that other me? I am mad! Isay, I am, I am,
cake?" she asked. I-
/ PS t atThe philosopher continued to stare
A Purgative atire 'at the center-piece with bsen Now they will, they must believe
DOLLY SANDERS ) minded eyes, j me. When George Winston called
just now I shrieked at him that I
I sat at dinner with a philosopher, possessed by its tones-feel yourself EGO was mad. He laughed at me, and I
a financier, a settlement worker, a part of the golden-" (Continued from Page One) got my revolver and shot him through
poet and a soldier. "Look here, look here," the finan- If I had been released from Siberia the eyes and chest and abdomen-
The philosopher played idly with cier raised anervous hand. "I can't on a spring morning, I could not be must write quickly-he is lying on
his fork and stared at the center-. pay you a thousand dollars for such more light-hearted. All afternoon I the floor dead and horribly disfigured.
piece with absent eyes. . the stuff as that. No sunsets or roses. have been playing the piano, which Some one is knocking at the
financier snapped at his fork-fulls We want something newer, something has had only wind on its strings, for door.
with vicious energy-head bent down with a punch that will put our idea two months. I opened all the win- Now they shall know that I am
to meet them. The settlement worker across. We have pictures of the dows, the curtains of which filled mad.
ate voraciously, her gaze on the plat- hotel in every stage of construction. out and tossed like sails. The strange, I shall open thedoor, and leer at
ter-as if her whole system was You might get some inspiration frins zepherous music of Palmgren en- them, and spit in their faces. I shall
urged on by memories of needs that them. I want you to say, too, some- trances me, especially the mysterious, cry: "See, I am a maniac, and a
had gone-premonitions of those that thing practical, about, say, Adeina luxurious "May Night." It breathes murderer."
were to be. The poet hesitated above Patti-'she will warble here no more' the purfume of cypress and moist Oh, how happy I am!
his plate in evident struggle between -how's that?" acacia. They are pounding on the door.
his hungry body and disdainful soul. "Good!" he soldier applauded. Still-I am restless and uncertain --
Only the soldier seemed happy; he "Poetry isn't so hard. 'Her singing of everything. TRIOLET
ate smoothly with enthusiasm and days are new c'er'-" March 28. All women born are so perverse
with the terribly mechanical regu- "Too many syllables," the settle- Why am I not free from terror now No man need boast their love possess-
larity of a catapault. ment worker corrected the soldier. that the cause has been explained ing
"Peach of a dinner," said the sol- "At the school we teach the chil- away? I have a continual desire for If nought seem better, nothing's
dier, buttering his biscuit. dren-" cigarettes; I cannot think without worse:
"I should think so," the settlementG "Quite useless, my dear lady," the them; I light one upon the glowing All women born are so perverse
worker answered, before her mcuth philosopher told her. tip of the other. At night-insomnia, From Adam's wife, that proved a
or if I take a little powder that I curse
the salted beef and mould co e "ButI can't write a poem to order;,;'have, a broken slumber. After I Though God, had made her for a
I live on ten months of the year-''t how can I write a pem to order? close my eyes I see slim white ghosts blessing
ye--" Good God!" the poet whispered that wrestle with the wind above a All women born are so perverse
"In times like thesea," the financier hoarsely, black city. They are infinitely tall No man need boast their love possess-
declared sharply, "we are fortunate "God God, yourself, man. A thou- and then shrink into small g'--en ing. Robert Bridges,
to have anything-not to mention an sand round eagles!" The soldier animals with warty, toad-like skin-
excellent dinner like this"''+
looked at the poet. disgusting. "We do not live as abstractions in
The philosopher looked at him "With a thousand dollars w could I have consulted physicians, who the world, as fragments of the ideal.
cildly. "A dinner," he explained, "is put in a heating plant at the settle- dismiss me, saying that I am quite We are something in ourselves, but
always excellent if it induces con- ment," the worker remarked wist- normal. Yet in my own mind I am the environment which surrounds us
templation." fully. convinced that I am fast becoming is much more than ourselves-it is
A flush stole -over the poet's face. "Wisat in the )world," asked the mad. I do things without reason, the landscape in which we are figures.
"Need food have any functimn but sus- poet irritably, "would I do with a sometimes desiring to scream, some- The scenery is half the play, in life
tenance of the body?-to keep the thousand dollars?" times even planning suicide. I am as upon the stage."
miserable thing alive-contemplation! "Pay me what you owe me!" said going mad. I shall soon be- com- Jacinto Benavente, "P-rincess Bebe"
Is that no inspired by every object the soldier, sotto voce.
about us-the glories of nature-a The financier raised a horrified ~
beautiful poem?" face. "A thousand dollars is not a
"Oh, yes," the philosopher took him thing to be scorned. I began life
up, "bt would you not rather say with a tenth of that. Only a tenth,
that a poem is the result and not the but I kept it judiciously, and now-"
concommittant of contemplation? At "Yes," the philosopher agreed, "andpom"nw
poem--" now"
"By the way," the financier turned The settlement worker turned to
to the poet "You know how to write the poet. "You might give it to char- May be found for your valuable docu-
poems, don't you? Tear after next ity, she suggested hopefully. "Are
we're going to raise the St. James you going to eat that other chop?" mentsby using ou Safety Deposit Vault.
Hotel. I'll give you a thousand dol- "Well, folks," said the financier, The service will please you.
lars if you will write a poem-a good looking at his watch, "I dislike to eat
poem-one that we can put in the and run, but I must meet my income
papers." tax men-if you will excuse me:"
Thessettlement worker's eye gleamed.! "And if you can get along without j Farmers & M echanics Bank
"There's a-girl at the settlement who me,I think I'll go and sleep some of
can write poetry-she had a book this dinner off,'" murmured the sol- 101-105 SOUTH MAIN 330 SOUTH STATE
published lately. A thousand dl- dier.
lars-" The settlement worker glanced at
"That's a lot of money, the soldier
said to the poet: "You could wrte
a real snappy poem for that. I read
some hot ones the other day-you
might get some ideas from um." -
The philosopher looked disapprov-
ingly on the soldier. "Soldiers should
khow nothing of poetry. Plato him-
self said that the arts tended to soften
the character by making it effemi-
"Hell!" The soldier dropped his
knife and for with a clatter. "Who
says I'm effeminate-I'm more a he-
man than any of you and I'll read
poetry when I damn please!" Dinner Every Evening, Orders Should be in Before
"So long as your soul need it-so Three O'clock
long as you sincerely feel sublimated
by poetry, I can see no reason why Afternoon Tea Daily
you should not," the poet said to him
gently. We Serve Fudge Cake
The soldiey- looked at him suspi-

ciously. "Sure, I like poetry. 'I read We Take Orders for Pies, Cakes and Nut Bread
a poem every so often, one a month,
anyway. I like nature, too. Every
once in a while I look at a-sunset."
"We have wonderful sunsets at the Phone 951-
settlement-we teach the children toI
appreciate theim-we-", the settle
ment worker stopped to gulp her POLLY LITTLE TEA SHOPPE
The poet raised his head sudenly. On Thayer, Just Back of Hill Auditorium
"Oh, but to feel a sunset," he cried.
"To feel it thrilling you till you are I

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