All care and fret is void and null
When one puts up at Hotel Lull.
Ah, might I wing it as a gull
Unto the mansion kept by Lull—
By W. K. Lull, the w. k. Lull,
Who greets the guests at Hotel Lull.
[p 108]
]“A thing of beauty is a joy forever.” But if, miraculously, it happens in Chicago, it can, despite the poet’s word, “pass into nothingness.” The old Field Museum, seen beneath a summer moon, when the mist is on the lake, is as beautiful as anything on the earth’s crust. Not to preserve the exterior were a sin against Beauty, which is the unforgivable sin.
“LEMME UP, DARLING! LEMME UP!”
[From the Detroit Free Press.]
My advertisement of Feb. 24 was error. I will be responsible for my wife’s debts. Leo Tyo.
“I’ll make the Line some day or jump into Great Salt Lake,” warns C. W. O. Pick out a soft spot, friend. We jumped into it one day and sprained an ankle.