God on Door, Devils in Office
Such exciting letters as only hopping-mad, cussing-mad Irishmen can write poured in by the mailbagful last week upon Dublin's brindle-bearded George William Russell, poet, painter, philosopher and sprightly sage, famed as "AE." As greatly beloved as any living Irishman, Poet Russell had roused the furies by a pungent critique* of Ireland's secret and romantic brotherhoods as they exist today. A tough old patriot himself, he finds the brotherhoods flabby-muscled, fatheaded, sunk like the Ku Klux Klan in babbittry, bigotry. Wrote he: "The secret societies of...
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