Everyman His Own Word-Monger

I am solidly behind you in your great fight to bring "churkle" and "grusk" into the vocabularies of the people. But the movement to down the domination of the dictionary must not go too far. The consequences of such independence are fearful to think upon.

A poster in the last Boston city election read:

"Vote for Leo J. Conway for City Councillor. Fearless Exponent of Crime." FELT G. HOON.

Which calls to mind a letter addressed to the Bishop of Massachusetts:

"Can you advise me of a good divinity school. I wish to be an apostate of the Church."

But, after all, Mr. Hoon, the great underlying principle remains untouched. What the reporter said of Professor Norton's edition of Lowell's Letters is as fundamentally true today as when it was first written. The comment ran:

"Of course, Prof. Norton's remarks are of infinitesimal value."

For singing songs, the papers said,

One Luca B. Carbone,

All unsymphonic, seeing red.

Had tried to gas Maloney.

Luke never heard of Music 4.

Maloney chanted often

Of Irish Heroes by the score

In tones no walls could soften.

And so the tragic story ran.

This world is surely, wrong

When man invoices fellow-man

And kills him for a song!

The case in point ought to help heal the breach in Economics A sections split on the question of a songster as a productive laborer.

Tired of Being Upright?

The following item from the daily press appears singularly symbolical, if only someone can be found to interpret it.

"A large statue of George Washington which has been in the window of the clothing store of S. Vorenberg, 7 Washington Street, toppled over a few minutes after the close of the holiday this morning and crashed through the plate glass window."

My personal theory is that after all the ice cream and cake, George just wasn't strong enough to hold out.   BONZO

This is no harder to believe than Dean Cross's account of Washington's progress through New Haven. The general was escorted for some distance on his way by the students of Yale and, at their head, Noah Webster playing a flute.

Sir:

To quote a-mixed metaphor from W. L. George is nothing more than a weakly flagrant instance of pro-British pro-paganda. The following gem has been plucked no farther afield than the doors of Warren House:

"The idle rich are but a few grains of sugar, sprinkled over the neck of a burning, smoldering volcano."   STAGIRITUS

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Another of those attacks on the newly-hatched octet of Harvard poets?.