In Boston, last summer, one "Lafayette Mulligan," unidentified jokester, posed as Mayor Curley's social secretary, bestowed the keys of the city upon Edward of Wales. Last week, two distinguished Manchurian citizens had an audience with Mayor Curley but came away without city keys. Asked if he had not forgotten something, said Mayor Curley: "No, . . . not with all this competition from Lafayette Mulligan. I guess I'll wait till he dies before I give away another key."
Buffoons
In Manhattan, on amateur night at the Chaloner Theatre, a young violinist stood playing in the spotlight, trying to please. Balcony buffoons listened, whispered, snickered, talked aloud, cat-called, bellowed out: "Send him a message !" Immediately, other buffoons released four pigeons. Straight for the shaft of spotlight flew the pigeons, down it, straight for the young violinist. One bird dashed into his face, stunned him partially, itself completely. The violinist picked up the prostrate bird, stumbled off the stage.