. Smith College Monthly . man. After a week ofhim, the king closed his doors for re-spite and thought. Extending from the royal desk to theroyal wastebasket were some yards ofstatistics, accumulated during the appli-cation of the average man. From themthe king turned his over-developed headin disgust. My dear, said he to the princessat his footstool, if you should marryany one of a thousand of these creatures,or even all of a thousand, you would notget the average man. These representmerely the mediocre of life,—moder-ately bad-looking, moderately stupid,and self-indulgently good, as they are.
. Smith College Monthly . man. After a week ofhim, the king closed his doors for re-spite and thought. Extending from the royal desk to theroyal wastebasket were some yards ofstatistics, accumulated during the appli-cation of the average man. From themthe king turned his over-developed headin disgust. My dear, said he to the princessat his footstool, if you should marryany one of a thousand of these creatures,or even all of a thousand, you would notget the average man. These representmerely the mediocre of life,—moder-ately bad-looking, moderately stupid,and self-indulgently good, as they they cannot be the average indeed! and here he thumped hisroyal knee. No indeed! The trulyaverage man must be both brilliant anddense, both handsome and horrible,both a fiend and a demi-god. Withthat man you might be happy in mar-ried life, but since certainly that mancannot exist, I see you must remain alonely spinster. The princess smiled incredulously. But I know you wont, added theking with a sigh. 88. A Prayer to the Muse Katharine Phelps O Muse, give me a theme in writing verse So that I may not write mere words, or worse— Not wander mong the sentence-paths-to-be And pluek all flowery adjectives I sec And let me, too, avoid the dressy phrases— Hie veils, the cloaks, the robes,—like common daisies, The far-fetched simile, the gilt edged word— My Pegasus might be but a donkey spurred. And let me know my mortal time is o er— So I wont go on and write a whole lot more! Dramatic Irony C. 0. P. Once upon a time there lived fourenormous people. They all lived to-gether in a very small house. Theypainted the house gray; and theypainted the blinds periwinkle blue; andthey made the front door, with elaboratewhite imps on a periwinkle background,an expression of their souls. Outside,this house was angular, straight, andstupid after the first glance. Inside,this house was a riot of disorder; theliving room was restless with stenciledyellow dragon hangings; t
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