SINl). Y, JTANtiARY 22, 1h22 TI-I MICHIGAN DAILY MAGAZINEa
After Two Thousand Beers
(Continued ftrom 1Page 1) i plot, lhii gr ave mtistate that yon MA1M1 (joyouly t's Jae t n itersAMES!: Amen!
empty, too." And then, "Sure, a booze are mahing; for our stilt brews not with the still aol bottles) :IIATIrlIAILOT' (Seizing the bottles):
hutnt's- better than a posum hunt. any booze hut beautifier. The liquid we A11! toy little soti's tiot tdead. ;T '''houtght you'd defy the Brewv Laws,
night. Three beers!" Tlsey're after Icotncoct is not lot' drinkinth hut tttt bringing back the tilt, did you? (O~ther officers ctitte in.)
you, James.-! kinking. 'Tis ntot synthettcr gtn, bitt, IIATCIIAPLOT (setiig lie bottles): ilo XI NM (intignantly): Gotentee, I
JAMeES: Ach Gott! I knew it. Whtat. ltai-straighstener. Aha no I bave you! Now hanit or a-sur e you we tiave not brewed fi;r
base minds! HlAT C'tA'LO'T: tOl, whatt a line! those tottles. ote'ca hywttdissee y
SALe:w? aes htofys Well, if yoti 1ill won't tell tmt where JAMEtfS: Mimmta, I litd to romte hark. (Ile oiitce'rs gather ttp te para-
brwy''our still is, I knosw who0 il t It fouinid I oil fitrgttett my miiitoi ph wi itii iil Ir. B:'thatptot seizes
(Jantes goes to the still iwitth 'n tir:MM A 0hnothru-unsgae mitr brli ilo'' soglyyteam.
of determination . Stalinse glances ut AM: tltn h i iiitlg ituitiy trots ilii Ii srslt t i tl.
hins pityingly, anid exils.) tiit thlat-- It wasii tot niake scratght j thei Our SItaighitieter sit te s. i (gen' I'rtty) : Mthter, foregive
MAMMA:iti it' aietcocradnt t takte tight--I'll swrear it sti 'ttihAs(revetent ly): I kntiei viiit in fs lthteiy knowv nut whti. wee
darcling. It wsas a true a esthsetic r it hmsr bo.wudcm bc oie s h ewhe
pulse that -led you to the ilstilting' Lu os shadotie) lo as J 0 =l1lC. CRAN
of this potion, As Marcu Aurelius
sas N a a o so u re - will," that is, our private still. P
(Jamues guther, up the bottles, tirep- ~
aratory to novinig the still.)
MAMMA: Att, James, this mst tiot) o o " m c
be Tikn pChmsr ok hich is hesitde the still,) Htave yous
forgottens the posttlate of yottr y'outht.
Listen-"Tlte chtloritdes are very rear-
tive stubstanes5. C II (2) Btr--CFI tr; t
El~siH B.~I lr.but how gvood
JAMES: Ahi, I had forgotten.
MAMMA: AntI youf favorite saced
song:
"3Jack antd Jilt they had astilt,
('Tis' true, they htttn't utghter). ______________________________________
They kept it till thsey'd tirewedt ttt ir -
Then gave it to their da'ughter.'
JAME: (irml) Bt I aveno!That is the attitude thait well dressed .
daugihter. 'Therefore I mut go atti
take the stilt swith tire. (Piching nit:
still and btotttes he start. towardl ttet men take xvhen theyr are buyinQ formal
MtAM tA : (clingitng tot tim) : Butt.
Janies, yott neeit not git. Yout "ai ex- i i
p1'ais till. l ~ clothes. A few extra dtollars inv ste
JAMES: Ali, tiamstma, tte wsill nt
sw'al ow it.
MA.MMA: tGlt, if ytou will, and rettirntin q alt o WiOW /a o t '
bheti I have taltked with them.
ers' eis) eri~Is titisti dends in the future. There is a deal of
MAMMA: I nmut ctaltm nmyself for the
impending interview.
(Noise, of motorcycle in the dittiance. satisfaction in know ing~ tht your
Ioud knocking. Mamm' opets door,.i
Enter Mr. tiatchaptot.) ,.-i
MAMMtAS 'Wh'at woultd you with mse?,
HATCHAPLOT: Where do you hitde clothes are everything they ought to
your still?
MAMMA: Oh, let me explain. Ours, 1
is a still still, one that would not in- u be -that they are, correct in ever rv
terest you, t trust,
H ATCHAPtLOT: We can decide that detail. 'r
for ottrselves. Where is your so.00?ail
MAMMA: Stilt-out. 0, Mr. Batch-:
AkN 1'.'.AY ON WILLIAM ilI.AI(Ii
BY HARDY HtOOVER; -
w- (Contintued f rota Page 2) j
His short poem' Are replete with .,n
sweetnes's 'nd po'ser. Ills poetry is qi
not botund by a 'preconceived systemt 3' rc
or set of nmetric'aI regttlatiotns. His WVe believe we can make you clothes
rhythm is sitmple and sptontaneotus.
Thuere is no lahbtred study fur effec-
tiveness or brilliancy. I.Iere are two that will be beyond criticism.
lutes froit his "Cradle Song":
"Sleep, steep! its thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep."
Some of the most charming of his 1
poems are "The Chimney Sweeper,"_________________________________
"To ttte Evening Star," "Nutrse's~
Song," "Cradle Sting," "Tthe Clod ant Il
the P'ettble," unit 'The Little Black'
Boy."
It is axiomnatic thatt 'we, the Etnglith-
utpeaking wotrld, must have gentiusi
thrust' upon us. Now that we have it KJ 1arl iM alcoiAm
th ut u o s e s a c p t"VV"Johnty W eaver, who.e book of i604 E. L IB E R T Y ST . - First Block off from State
ttoemss "It America " is now in itu sixth_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
editont, ha s acceptetd the position of lit-
erary editor of the Brooklyn Baily
Eagle, to which paper he ha. for s onme:
time contributed a personal column Isl
dealing with hooks and kindred sub-1 UEO N RS UT O IEA
jects. Mr. Weaver has written a story ti,,UEOSADDES.UT FRHR
called "Macguy Wino the Game" which 'II
will be ptthlished in April by Knopf,