Having perused well the chronicle f the week, the Vigilant Patriot views with alarm:
A canvas displaying little more than coarse sensuality. (P. 13.)
Gusty belchings of a Bolshevik gabbler." (P. 11.)
A Frankfurter sausage containing a little powdered glass, a few cholera germs. (P. 10.)
A Prince, kicked, scratched, poked, spat upon. (P. 9.)
"A feminine Walt Whitman," transformed at 23 into a recluse. (P. 14.)
A collection of hireling hoydens from the chorus. (P. 15.)
Hands of the dead "reaching forth to draw the living into the...
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