Mars, say Hon. Wells, is so circumscribed by light-minded atmosphere that persons can talk there on heaviest subjecks without enjoying pain. Persons with feathers sprouting from them in inexperienced places may be seen in baloons speaking about Tariff, Aldrich Currency Bill, Ultimate Destiny of College-bred Womans and other topical thoughts what can be dropped in that delicious atmosphere without causing sounds. This planet is pretty ideal. Old Age has also been abolished by Congress.
Mr. Editor, if Mars is like Hon. Wells say it is, somebody should be punished for discovering it.
Some other Professors has wrote for magazines about this Hon. Mars in very statistical language. Sydney Katsu, Jr., when he arrive to remove me from them opera-glasses, show me one respectable magazine full of alarming portraits of Mars with stripes all over it. He say they was took by Hon. Prof. Lowell, an astronomy who went to Arizona.
“Why should a tame Professor go to Arizona?” I require with suspicious expression.
“Hon. Prof. Lowell go to Arizona to see Hon. Mars,” collapse this Sydney.
“Do Hon. Mars live in Arizona?” I deploy for ignorance.
“It is estimated to be beyond it,” signify Sydney.
“You are a very toothsome dentistry,” I dally forth. “Please, then, told me what species of Politics is enjoyed by this Hon. Mars?”
“Hon. Mars is solidly Republican by Politics,” say Sydney, “because I am aware.”