gets little or nothing from the tune's development; hence his favorite
music is music which is all tune.

We recall a naive query by the publisher of a magazine, at a musicale in
Gotham. Our hostess, an accomplished pianist, had played a Chopin
Fantasia, and the magazine man was expressing his qualified enjoyment.
"What I can't understand," said he, "is why the tune quits just when
it's running along nicely." This phenomenon, no doubt, has mystified
thousands of other "music lovers."

* * *

A Boston woman complains that school seats have worn out three pairs of
pants (her son's) in three months. "Is a wheeze about the seat of
learning too obvious?" queries Genevieve. Oh, quite too, my dear!

* * *

Mr. Frederick Harrison at 89 observes: "May my end be early, speedy, and
peaceful! I regret nothing done or said in my long and busy life. I
withdraw nothing, and, as I said before, am not conscious of any change
in mind. In youth I was called a revolutionary; in old age I am called
a reactionary; both names alike untrue.... I ask nothing. I seek
nothing. I fear nothing. I have done and said all that I ever could have
done and said. There is nothing more. I am ready, and await the call."

A very good prose version of Henley's well known poem. As for regretting
nothing, a man at forty would be glad to unsay and undo many things. At
seventy, and decidedly at eighty-nine, these things have so diminished
in importance that it is not worth while withdrawing them.

* * *

A DAY WITH LORD DID-MORE.

"_Mr. Hearst is the home brew; no other hope._"
--_The Trib._

At his usual hour Lord Did-More rose--
Renewed completely by repose--
His pleasant duty to rehearse
Of oiling up the universe.

Casting a glance aloft, he saw
That, yielding to a natural law,
The sun obediently moved
Precisely as he had approved.

If mundane things would only run
As regularly as the Sun!
But Earth's affairs, less nicely planned,
Require Lord Did-More's guiding hand.

This day, outside Lord Did-More's door,
There waited patiently a score
Of diplomats from far and near
Who sought his sympathetic ear.

Each brought to him, that he might scan,
The latest governmental plan,
And begged of him a word or two
Approving what it hoped to do.

Lord Did-More nodded, smiled or frowned,
Some word of praise or censur