English Review . eholders. Therefore the young and brilliant business men of this nation, a great number of whomare the survivors of five years fighting for their country, may now consider themselves downand out. So again the poor dog has none. And if the young men are daring or desperate enough to compete with the old-establishedfirms under a terrific handicap, and with a colossal discount on their returns, what willbecome of the money ? It will be squandered by the most ruthless, extravagant Government the world has everknown. The Excess Profits Tax is the Excessive Profligates Tax on Youth.
English Review . eholders. Therefore the young and brilliant business men of this nation, a great number of whomare the survivors of five years fighting for their country, may now consider themselves downand out. So again the poor dog has none. And if the young men are daring or desperate enough to compete with the old-establishedfirms under a terrific handicap, and with a colossal discount on their returns, what willbecome of the money ? It will be squandered by the most ruthless, extravagant Government the world has everknown. The Excess Profits Tax is the Excessive Profligates Tax on Youth. It is the Bolshevistfinance. For the killing of Progress is the shortest cut to national bankruptcy and ruin. Whennations become anthropophagous it is the beginning of their decay. Personally, I suppose Ishall soon be compelled to live a frugal and virtuous life in a little hut in a forest. But Ishould have liked to have been left with enough to live an irresponsible life in two littlehuts in two little To meet the many requests, reproductions of some of thisseries of pictures, including The Interrupted Jazz, The BeautijtU Rag, and Victory, are now publishedin colour, 17 by 12 at Is. each. The following prices are not advanced,out of sheer disgust. In fact, soon this House will give clothes away Lounge Suits from £12 12s. Dinner Suits from ;Ci6 ;Cio los. Riding Breeches from £5 15s. 6d. Dress Suits from iiiS i8s. Overcoats 14 OLD BOND STREET W a 11«13 SOUTHAMPTON ROW \\ C ROYAL EXCHANGE MANCHESTER THE ENGLISH REVIEW October, 1920. The Satyr By Victor Hugo {Translated by Edward Carpenter.)* On Olympus once a Satyr dwelt, far lost In the wild woods below the sacred mountain. There lived he, hunted, dreamed, among the branches; There night and. day pursuing shadowy forms He held in leash the dozen or fifteen senses A faun can loose upon a passing pleasure. Who was this Faun? None answered. Even FloraCould not give word, nor Vesper, nor Aurora—She who sees
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