n Make-Up Box hurled
from the rear of the Observation Car.

Next day she had a strip of Red Carpet spread for the Haberdasher and
was learning to Cook in Paper Bags.

Whenever she hears of a Good Show coming to Town she invites all of
her Friends to come out to the Bungalow and Play Rhum on the Mission
Furniture.

MORAL: The True Friend of Humanity is one who goes to the Home Talent
Benefit for Something and Hisses all Evening.

TWO PHILANTHROPIC SONS

Two Boys sallied forth from a straggling Village in search of an
irrational Female known as Dame Fortune.

It was a sad Jolt to the Walking Vegetables back in the Stockade when
they heard, on Good Authority, that Ezra and Bill were slamming it over
the Plate and batting above .400.

They simply wagged the ossified Domes and hoped the Boys were getting
it Honestly.

Ezra and Bill, up among the inflammatory Posters and the nervous
Electric Signs, kept on playing Tag with the Sherman Act until they had
it in Oodles and Bundles and Bales and Stacks.

Finally when they became so prosperous that they had to wear Shoes
specially made, with Holes in the top, they began to be troubled with
Tender Recollections of Humble Birthplace.

Through the Haze of Intervening Years they saw the Game of Two-Old-Cat
in the Vacant Lot back of the M. E. Church and forgot all about
sleeping in the refrigerated Attic and going down in the morning to
thaw out the Wooden Pump.

They yearned to elbow out from the Congested Traffic of the cold and
heartless City and renew Sweet Associations.

They wanted to wander once more down the Avenues of Rhubarb and clasp
hands with Old Friends whose simple Hearts averaged about 14 Throbs to
the Minute.

It is the regulation Dream of every Financial Yeggman to go back to his
Old Town wearing a Laurel Wreath and have the School Children throw
Moss Roses in his Pathway.

So Ezra sent on a Proposition.

He wanted to build a Library at the corner of Fifth and Main, thereby
making it easy for his old Neighbors to read the Six Best Sellers
without plugging the Author's Game.

He offered to give 20,000 Bucks if the Citizens would raise 5,000 more
and maintain the Thing.

Ezra had not been in the Habit of reading anything except the Tape and
he cared about as much for George Bernard Shaw as George Bernard Shaw
cared for him.

Nevertheless, he wanted to be remembered, 50 Years hence, as the Man
who built the Library and not as the guy who deal