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...very well to pardon the culprits by saying that they are following a tradition. But traditions whose outward demonstrations are as puerile as are these have no place in the University. No accumulation of years can sanctify them. And it seems impossible that this particular variety of Jow burlesque could have been practised in Cambridge for over one hundred and fifty years. Certainly these exhibitions must originally have been more humorous and not so scurrilous...
...hope you will pardon this wail. I am indifferent whether you publish it now that I feel better for having said a word, probably crudely, in behalf of Curtis, one of your early subscribers who always boosts TIME and who introduced me to its delightful pages, who has since been promoted to Counselor of Embassy at Habana. DANIEL ROBERTS...
When the curtain rose last week at the Colonial on what was to be the final performance of "Pardon Me," and the opening chorus sang "Stranded," the words came more from the heart than do most musical comedy lyrics. All the world being divided in two parts, to wit, Broadway and other places, the cast was stranded in the rural half. And there was no golden-winged "angel" hovering near. Their fears melted when Actors' Equity met their immediate needs and in addition bought them tickets for New York...
...encountered the All Highest, clad in the field grey uniform of a marshal, in a corridor of the castle. Said the Kaiser, insult ingly: "You too belong to the rascals of the Foreign Office who cheated and lied to me throughout my reign." Replied Baron von Maltzan: "I beg pardon, but as far as I am concerned I do not deserve this reproach. May I respectfully remind you of the observations I made to you in 1914 on my return from Peking when I pointed out Germany's wrong policy in Eastern Asia. Furthermore...
...newspaper man handed him a cable which said, "BEECHER DEAD. INTERVIEW TILTON." For a long time Mr. Tilton stared out at the streets of Paris, gay with spring. Then he turned back to his chess board and said to the man he was playing with, "I beg your pardon ... is it my move?" The Book. To fit a name which is now not well remembered, even as a legend of ridiculous shame, Author Hibben has patched together, out of old letters, old sermons, the remembrances of friends, a figure which is that neither of scarecrow nor monster...