PAL EICOT THE MICHIGAN DAILY SUNDAY, MARCH 2, 1924
_ an* An animated fantasy, of paste and "The prostitute is disesteemed to-
V aCUlty and Perspiculty pulp, dressed in the bright clothes of day, not because her trade involves
environment, and dneing idiotically anything intrinsically degrading or
MONTE GOMERICO at the end of a string for a lot of fel- even disagreeable, but because she is
currently assumed to have been driven
DISCOVERY No, I am not I. I am only an sern- low-boobs. to it by dire necessity against her dig-
I have just discovered that t m mutation of many little characteris- I wonder what the devil one of you nity and inclination the prosti-
creature of moods. I, who lcways con- tics, which, slapped together rather is jerking that string now? tute commonly likes her work an
sidered myself as free ,s the winds,
am slave to a mood. Not a whim, carelessly, make me what I am; not would not exchange places with a
nothing as shallow as that, but a as other men, true, but-a man. Just "No less damaging to American dra- shopgirl or a waitress for anything in
mood. a man-just a particular combination matic criticism is the dominant notion the world."-("In Defense of Women,"
My mood varies with the hour of of ;oodness and badness, reason and that criticism to be valuable, must be Mencken.)
the day, the season of the year, the insanity, passion and austerity-just constructive. , . One can't cure-
book I am reading. I am in the mood like no other man, but not in myself, a yellow fever patient by pointing outi THE INEFFICIENCY OF GOD: "If
induced by a fairy tale as I write my ultimate self, any more than an to him that he should have caught Christ, as John writes, appeared on
this. I ask myself with a little men- imaginary point in Space. Literally, the measles. One can't improve the earth in order to destroy the works of
tal start if I am ever without a mood I am Nothing, and I am governed by sanitary condition of a neighborhood the devil, he might have been dis-
-if I ever do aught but reflect an the mood I am in. And I am always merely by giving the outhouse a dif- pensed with if no devil had existed."-
April morning, an ochre and orange governed; I am always in some happy ferent coat of paint."-("The Critic (David Strauss, "The Old Faith and the
symphonied sunset, veils of lavender or sad, witty or dull mood. and the Drama," Nathan.) New.") i".
in dim hills, a rollicking Kipling bali
lad, a Browning monologue, a Dun-1
sony fantasy, or the mbbcile scepti- ; _______________________________--
cism of an antediluvian Paine.
ANALYSIS
Take from me my religion, my edu-
cation, my environment, my frien
ships-is there no remainder? I vis-
ioned myself as an individual, one
independent of all men, sufficient unto
himself. And now I suddenly realize
that the whole thing is nothing but thei
attitude I take in this broad mood into
which my life at the University
thrusts me. I amo what meni las been
termed often and often, a pult, a
marionette, a Punch-with the rest ofi
my despised fellowsc f the world u-
wittingly and probably unwillingly
pulling the strings. And my awk-
ward, blundering stumbling-about on
ly reflect their luttr-flired iandli- i
ing of the cords.
REFLECTION The Right
The mood I am in! What a md it
was that sent the Crusaders away Blous fo
from their wiv s and homos. and th -
trees I their woos, thousand" the Tailleur
milts tn a hopelss, uselass qui
what a mod that sent 'th spitns RF THE tailored suit is to
to le'i'gc Troy for ten long ears hit the mark of smartness it
Wimt a miood it was that sent Coluns --must have as comrades a num-
hus across the Atlantic, facing alone er of clover
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ror in the hearts of his crimial crew to this section will show many
what moods sent Livingstoe and, models made to chum with the
Stanley into the heart of Africa, and boyish suit.
Drake to the North Pacific! In what
profound moods lived Aristotle, Kant,
iegel, Dante, Napoleon, Confucius,
Alexander, Mohammed, a 'oat of
others! Of Broadcloth
MYSELF
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I read Noyea, Vachel Lindsay, $5.75
Wilde, and my thoughts beat like end- *
lessly rolling drums, like the surging Z F i&st'i i flKn
thud of tom-toms, and . . . I write
Edgar Guest ditties. I absorb the j HE O'Rossen Suit has invaded America, but
careful, powerful character studies T it has been nicely modified. On avenues and dr Shirts
and atmosphere paintings of Conrad, at smart luncheon tables everywhere its tailored chic
Hardy, Dostoevsky, Turgeoiev, Tals-,. . .
ta, and I grow cooly analytical; .ac catches one's eye, and with what interesting variety! IRLS who are very, very
quaintances and strangers become Never twice alike. A glimpse of this collection will G fond of mannish things
characters in exotic settings. I read tell you why for there are a surprising number of will choose the good looking
Dracula, of Stoker; Andreyev; The different fabrics, a wide range of colors and details Blouse with stiff madras front
Return, of Be La Mare; and books
of a like nature, and I feel that I so varied that it would be hard to say which is most fatly tucked.
could call a leering slathering grin attractive. A great many women will find it pos-$595
out of velvety darkness, and . . . 1 ible to wear these newer tailleurs and happily, for
write crude imitations of Craig-Ken- they do indeed make striking costumes.
nedy. I read Sandburg, Davis, Jeanne
Marianne Moore, and the rest of their
ilk, and I am immediately become in- lair suit Clever Collars
ordinately clever. . . And Schopen-
hauer, Paulsen, and Wenley mnake me AUNTY Suits of Camel's AVALIER and Eton col
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DISILLUSION prove extremely girlish and well ity Blouses ever so demure.
All nothing but mood. Nothing ex-
pressing what I have called, what you suited to class wear. rice $1.95 and $2.95
and all others like us have called, $29.75
What-I-Really-Am. I have never, can!FOR
never, tell anyone, least of'all myself, (MACK'S SECOND FLOOR)
what I am at bottom; what I am when
every extraneous influence is re-
moved; and I strongly suspect that I
am nothing. After all, I owe my ex-
istence, the very fact that I live, to --
aother. Another. . . . . . nothing? 1
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