It would be well for this younger
generation if they could spend a few hours in that old classroom,
with "Bull" pacing up and down the aisle and all of us trembling
in our shoes. But Delenda est Carthago--fuit Ilium--Requiescat in
pace. I last saw "Bull" at our fifteenth reunion and we were all
just as afraid of him as in the old days at Hollis.
But I digress. Tempus fugit,--which reminds me of a story "Billy"
Hallowell once told at a meeting of the American Bar Association
in Minneapolis, in 1906. Hallowell was perhaps the most brilliant
after-dinner speaker I have ever heard--with the possible
exception of W. D. Evarts. I shall never forget the speech that
Evarts made during the second Blaine campaign.
But I digress. Your critic, Mr. Heywood Broun, says on page 33 of
the November issue of your worthy magazine that The Easiest Way
is the father of all modern American tragedy. Sir, does Mr. Broun
forget that there once lived a man named William Shakespeare? Is
it possible to overlook such immortal tragedies as Hamlet and
Othello? I think not. Fiat justitia, ruat colum.
Sincerely,
SHERWIN G. COLLINS.
A Correct Letter from an Indignant Father to an Editor of Low
Ideals
To the Editor: Sir:
I have a son--a little fourteen-year-old boy who proudly bears my
name. This lad I have brought up with the greatest care. I have
spared no pains to make him an upright, moral, God-fearing youth.
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