,,pleiades ,,club ,,year ,,book #aiaj1 by ,,the ,,pleiades ,,club1 ,n4,y42 ,book ,designed by ,r4 ,s4 ,,ament4 ,,proem ,within the portals of this book abound1 ,woven with beaten gold1 the thoughts profound1 ,that stir the soul to ecstasy and bring ,the ,poet's flights of fancy on the wing ,to falter at thy feet4 ,here may they reach ,the silent chambers of thy heart1 and teach ,that this1 our only mission1 is to send ,to thee a heart-throb1 ,comrade1 ,brother1 ,friend6 ,g4 ,warren ,landon4 ,illustration3 ,pleiades ,club ,year ,book ,,this ,,edition ,,de ,,luxe ,,is ,,limited ,,to ,,six ,,hundred ,,copies ,,of ,,which ,,this ,,is ,no4 #ch ,published in the ,year ,sixteen of the ,pleiades ,illustration #aiaj ,copyright #aiaj by the ,pleiades ,club1 ,n4 ,y4 ,illustration ,contributors ,aimee ,greene-,abbott ,robert ,s4 ,ament ,e4 ,m4 ,ashe ,a4 ,j4 ,bjornstad ,fred ,s4 ,blossom ,charles ,roy ,bowers ,nell ,brinkley ,o4 ,cesare ,irvin ,s4 ,cobb ,carter ,s4 ,cole ,george ,elliott ,cooley ,willard ,d4 ,coxey ,h4 ,k4 ,cranmer ,john ,campbell ,delano ,dorothy ,dix ,h4 ,b4 ,eddy ,harry ,c4 ,edwards ,anthony ,h4 ,euwer ,lee ,fairchild ,arthur ,farwell ,thomas ,fogarty ,e4 ,fuhr ,eugene ,geary ,john ,r4 ,gregg ,william ,b4 ,green ,jeffie ,forbush-,hanaford ,john ,harrison ,s4 ,frances ,herschel ,kingston ,hengler ,karl ,hassmann ,john ,e4 ,hazzard ,dixie ,hines ,m4 ,torre ,hood ,harry ,johnson ,a4 ,i4 ,keller ,george ,kerr ,carrie ,van ,deusen ,king ,w4 ,krieghof ,w4 ,j4 ,lampton ,laura ,fitzhugh ,lance ,g4 ,warren ,landon ,annabelle ,lee ,richard ,le,gallienne ,r4 ,a4 ,lders ,katherine ,fitzhugh ,mc,allister ,roy ,l4 ,mc,cardell ,hector ,mc,pherson ,adrien ,machefert ,g4 ,michelson ,phillip ,verrill ,mighels ,e4 ,h4 ,miner ,f4 ,luis ,mora ,e4 ,v4 ,nadherny ,frank ,a4 ,nankivell ,howard ,s4 ,neiman ,frank ,l4 ,norris ,o ,hana ,san ,alexander ,popini ,j4 ,w4 ,postgare ,maud ,g4 ,pride ,henry ,raleigh ,henry ,reuterdahl ,louis ,rhead ,john ,jerome ,rooney ,helen ,rowland ,maurice ,v4 ,samuels ,john ,w4 ,sargent ,eleanor ,schorer ,charlotte ,b4 ,scott ,charles ,l4 ,sicard ,dan ,smith ,francesca di ,maria ,spaulding ,arthur ,stahlschmidt ,w4 ,j4 ,steinigans ,albert ,sterner ,w4 ,d4 ,stevens ,henry ,tyrrell ,mabel ,herbert ,urner ,wm4 ,van ,benthuysen ,john ,p4 ,wade ,ryan ,walker ,h4 ,s4 ,watson ,paul ,west ,luther ,s4 ,white ,illustration ,what ,is ,art8 by ,henry ,tyrrell4 ,illustration by ,dan ,smith4 8,a criticism of life10 says ,matthew ,arnold4 8,the rhythmic creation of beauty10 says ,edgar ,allan ,poe--defining the art of lyric poetry4 8,the end of art10 says ,victor ,cousin 7combining ,plato and ,aristotle71 8is the expression of moral beauty by the assistance of physical beauty40 ,but apply these and other bromidic definitions to the art and literature of to-day--measure them up against the ,sunday newspaper1 or 8,peter ,pan0 at the theatre1 or picture exhibitions of the ,independent ,artists and the followers of ,matisse--and assuredly there is something wrong1 either with the definitions or with the art4 ,then turn to ,emile ,zola1 and take from him this following dictum1 which comes very close to being invulnerable3 8,a work of art is a bit of nature seen through a temperament40 ,this takes in all the schools1 as well as the fiery1 untamed spirits who would break away from schools altogether4 ,art is always the same2 temperaments differ and become warped4 ,the academician's temperamental glass is ruled off into formal geometrical patterns1 and he sees nature as a kind of problem in perspective4 ,the rabid 8impressionist0 looks within himself1 and away from nature1 and 8sees things0 which don't exist for anyone else4 ,the true artist gazes straight out upon nature1 and forgets himself1 and art comes to him 8as easily as lying40 8,what the poet writes4 ,he writes3 mankind accepts it if it suits1 ,and that's success4 ,if not1 the poem's passed ,from hand to hand1 and yet from hand to hand4 ,until the unborn snatch it1 crying out ,in pity on their fathers' being so dull1-- ,and that's success1 too40 ,illustration ,music by ,arthur ,farwell4 ,illustration by ,dan ,smith4 8,music is a woman10 said ,richard ,wagner4 ,we may well go further and say3 ,music is a mother4 ,it is by no mere chance that the ,germans speak of ,frau ,musica4 ,the devotion of ,music to humanity1 in its varying1 growing and innumerable needs1 is the eternal and utter devotion of a mother to her child4 ,music is ever present1 ever watchful1 ready to sing to man1 whatsoever his need1 whether of consolation1 of courage1 or of love4 ,nor does she forsake him in his evil hour1 when none but darker passions can touch his heart4 ,she will go with her children to the deepest depths1 and if thus terrible has become their need1 she will yield to them her heartbroken sympathy even in their hate and their lust4 ,music will make all sacrifice for men4 ,at the cost of fearful pains of growth1 she will change her nature with their growing1 or even their perverse needs4 ,let her living sons but call upon her to forsake her earlier nature to sympathize with the broader and deeper consciousness which they have wrung from life in their battle with circumstance1 and unhesitatingly she responds4 ,she will indulge a prodigal ,strauss or a ,debussy1 even to his own harm1 and she yields her best only to him whose sympathy has made him one with the deep and simple heart of humanity4 ,in ,america's present need of songs breathing the freedom and courage of the ,new ,world1 ,music1 the all-mother1 is present and watchful1 and will stand by her latest son until he is full grown and strong4 ,illustration ,literature by ,carter ,s4 ,cole4 ,illustration by ,dan ,smith4 ,if it were proposed to give1 in a brief statement on this subject1 even a succinct account of the whole field1 or the simplest sort of scientific review1 there would be little room for anything else to appear in this volume4 ,in fact1 one deservedly famous frankly avowed that he would not attempt to say anything on the subject unless he had given the matter at least a month's careful consideration1 and yet it is much more than likely that the clientele for whom this particular book is especially designed would not take the trouble to read an article that had been prepared after such prolonged and ponderous thought4 ,the one thing that has characterized all literature1 even before the art of printing was known1 no matter what may be the definition of the word1 is this3 ,whatever has pith1 human interest1 originality and action1 however slowly it may have worried its way through the tired or befuddled brain of those persons whose privilege it is to see the matter before publication1 will be quick to catch the eye of an ever alert public4 ,this is as true of science as of fiction3 as universal in poetry as in prose4 ,a single illustration will suffice3 ,quite recently a book1 in many ways abstruse1 appealing1 apparently1 to a limited class of readers1 had just that touch of tenderness1 that trail of truth1 that caused a tremendous sale1 and exhausted the edition in a remarkably short time4 ,it was once asked what part of a newspaper was most interesting2 the answer from many readers and from many lands was practically the same3 it depends entirely upon who does the reading4 ,this is quite as true of literature in general as of one part4 ,when we reflect for an instant we must acknowledge that in every thinker's life there are periods that differ materially in the attitude towards reading2 that some special line is apt to predominate1 even in one who is known to be a general reader3 it may vary with time1 place1 conditions--in fact1 under almost all conceivable circumstances--but there is never a time when there are not more readers in any line than there are books worth while to meet their needs1 or to satisfy their demands2 in short1 it is just as true to-day as before or since the thought was expressed in words--,brains are always at a premium4 ,illustration ,the ,player by ,dixie ,hines4 ,illustration by ,dan ,smith4 8,all the world's a stage1 ,and men and women merely players40 ,the profession of the player is one of the oldest recognized and in its growth and achievement stands foremost of all the arts4 ,in its crudest form little is known1 but as a profession it may properly date from the ,chinese and ,grecian periods1 when players were chosen from among the infant slaves and trained to the art by masters1 not unlike the painter and the bard4 ,to the immortal genius of ,shakespeare does the world owe its inexpressible appreciation of the artistic development1 realizing to the fullest degree the possibilities1 and subsequently the mastery1 of the art1 placing it at once on the highest pinnacle of achievement and according to it the laurel of universal popularity4 ,to this genius is added that of others1 each attaining a greater degree of appreciation1 until to-day the art of the player encompasses the highest attributes of the allied arts4 ,the player is one who loves1 and understands1 nature4 ,to do so he must feel1 in the highest sense1 the emotions of the artist1 the poet and kindred spirits1 because from each he must cull the choicest petals--the inspiration of the poet1 that he may portray the character2 the genius of the artist1 that he may imbue it with life1 and the passion of the bard1 and to this the sympathy of a ,madonna1 the tenderness of an angel1 the love of a mother and the strength of a giant4 ,the development of the art of the player records the development of civilization itself4 ,the player and his art obtains wherever there is civilization4 ,in its highest form it is at once ,literature1 ,art and ,music in harmonious arrangement4 ,in its possibilities it is ,religion1 teaching the whole world by its power3 8,i've heard that guilty creatures at a play1 ,have1 by the very cunning of the scene1 ,been struck so to the soul1 that presently ,they have proclaimed their malefactions40 ,the player1 supreme in his art1 is master of every emotion4 ,illustration3 8,little ,betty's40 ,drawn by ,nell ,brinkley4 ,venetian ,twilight by ,carter ,s4 ,cole4 ,illustration by ,thomas ,fogarty4 ,my gondolier lazily makes his way1 ,threading along1 humming a song1 ,while glorious tints of a dying day ,fill me with rapture2 and earth1 sky1 and sea1 ,in their aureole robes1 are a mystery ,hidden from none1 priceless1 but free6 ,the swish of the oar in the dark1 quiet stream1 ,rhythmical1 clear1 soothing to hear1 ,scatters the mist as a little moonbeam ,kisses the lips that are mine by right1 ,and caresses the form with its mellow light ,for which ,i am yearning to-night4 ,this world is a place full of trouble and pain1 ,none of us know1 why this is so2 ,in fancy1 at least1 when you suffer again1 ,ride in my gondola1 dismiss all care1 ,hear the soft music that floats through the air1 ,at twilight1 in ,venice1 so fair4 ,illustration3 8,my gondolier lazily makes his way1 ,threading along1 humming a song40 ,best ,bets of a ,bachelor by ,dixie ,hines4 ,illustrations by ,charles ,roy ,bowers and ,a4 ,j4 ,bjornstad4 ,beauty is only paint-deep at times4 ,only the brave can handle the fair4 ,a pretty girl envies but one girl--a prettier one4 ,many a poor husband is created from a rich man4 ,while there is an engagement there's hope--of liberty4 ,men can persuade a woman to do anything she wants to4 ,men can be classified2 women cannot even be pacified4 ,a woman's idea of happiness is to be ideally miserable4 ,a woman will break a heart as readily as she will crack a smile4 ,no married man ever was a fool without being told of the fact4 ,the grass widow is not alone in making hay while the sun shines4 ,a bachelor is a man who has given serious thought to matrimony4 ,bachelors form their opinion of marriage by experience--of others4 ,there is nothing new under the sun except hat styles for women4 ,illustration3 8,a woman imagines she can cover up her imperfections by pointing out those of other women40 ,every girl would love to be a thing of beauty and a boy forever4 ,when a woman proves equal to all a man expects she is a sur-prize4 ,it isn't nearly so hard to be a fool over a widow as not to be one4 ,every woman secretly admires the wisdom of the man who flatters her4 ,a woman may conceal her faults1 but a decollete gown is less deceptive4 ,the blush of a bashful girl is a flush that takes any hand--and heart4 8,the cup of happiness0 with men of experience has a siphon on the side4 ,every woman has a horror of old age1 but not so much as of young death4 ,women are never satisfied4 ,first they want a voter and then they want a vote4 ,some men are born to trouble1 while others merely achieve it by marriage4 ,there is but one kind of love1 yet every woman has a different idea about it4 ,men1 manners and morals change1 but woman1 never--from the changeable4 ,illustration3 ,a man may be 8out front0 at the opera and yet be able only to 8see back0--if he is with her4 ,every woman expects a man to think for her1 and then she reverses his opinion4 ,when it comes to singing the praises of another1 most women have a sore throat4 ,man's principal safeguard against matrimony is that widows are made1 not born4 ,many a promising housekeeping career has been ruined in an unpromising stage career4 ,men have found many antidotes for a woman1 but the surest of all is another woman4 ,a woman spends one-half of her time telling lies for men and the other half to them4 ,women often know a man is in love with them when the man never discovers the fact4 ,men often find it necessary to choose between the inconstant and the unattractive woman4 ,a woman keeps a man running all the time--first it is after her and then it is from her4 ,if women did not know that men could overcome their resistance they would seldom resist4 ,there are two ways in which a woman may win a man3 ,her own brilliancy and his inanity4 ,when a man is at the feet of woman it is pretty sure that another woman threw him there4 ,every woman wants a man to be real devilish before marriage and real angelic afterwards4 ,anyhow1 there was one woman who was never jealous4 ,adam didn't have troubles about that4 ,a woman imagines she can cover up her imperfections by pointing out those of other women4 ,some men are born wise1 some achieve wisdom by experience1 and some just don't marry4 ,two kinds of women make trouble in the world--those that are married and those that are not4 ,there is but one class of women who are not interested in the fashions and they are the dead ones4 ,the philosopher said a woman could not argue--he was too wise to say that she could not talk4 ,the reason so many men find marriage unattractive is because life was so attractive before marriage4 ,it isn't a hard matter for a woman to make a man love her4 ,the difficulty is in making him keep it up4 ,a woman can make up two things at the same time--her face and her mind2 but her face lasts longer4 ,the world has no sympathy to waste on those reckless enough to wed when both have been married before4 ,if a man does not tell a woman he loves her she thinks him impossible2 if he does1 he knows himself foolish4 ,when a woman says that all she wants is what she deserves she really means she deserves all she wants4 ,when a girl reaches that uncertain age and is yet unmarried1 she is often worse than she paints herself4 ,sometimes there is more truth than sentiment when a man tells a woman a thing is as plain as the nose on her face4 ,no one has ever yet discovered why a woman is afraid of a mouse and tackles a six-foot man with confidence4 ,a woman will start a flirtation in fun and then wonder why a man won't follow her when she gets serious4 ,if a man wants to make a fool of himself he can find many opportunities1 but the surest way is over a woman4 ,men and women both agree that it is inadvisable to live without each other and impossible to live with each other4 ,whether a married man pities or envies his bachelor friends depends entirely upon how long he has been married4 ,if a man really wants to start something with himself1 let him try to love a woman just as a woman wants to be loved4 ,the best way to find out what a girl who is in love with a man thinks of woman suffrage is to find out what he thinks4 ,a man may escape the measles1 or automobiles1 or even being indicted1 but no man has ever been known to escape a widow4 ,no woman ever told a man she hated him without meaning it2 some women have told men they loved them and meant it4 ,rather than a man should be right and belong to another woman1 a woman would have him wrong and belong to her4 ,the reason widows are so attractive to men is because they will allow themselves to be taught things they already know too well4 ,a girl will gaze for three hours and a half at the moon and then wonder why she hasn't time to sew a button on her brother's vest4 ,the happiest man is he who will take a woman's protestations like he does a dose of medicine--with celestial faith in the giver4 ,when a woman fails to see an opportunity to be generous to another woman it is not necessarily a sign of defective eye-sight4 ,don't misunderstand a man when he tells a woman she is sweet enough to eat--maybe he is thinking of the forthcoming restaurant-check4 ,between the ages of sixteen and thirty a woman is a general practitioner in the field of love2 after that she is satisfied to become a specialist4 ,a man is willing to worship at the shrine of a woman with whom he is in love until he meets another woman--then he changes his religion4 ,the question will never be settled between women as to which will win a man quicker1 a pair of silk stockings or an ability to bake a good cake4 ,if ever the fact that there are no marriages in ,heaven is generally believed by women1 half of the preachers will be obliged to seek other employment4 ,if a woman were obliged to express a preference1 she would choose the man who pleases but does not love1 to the man who loves but does not please1 her4 ,women are said to be more 8clean-minded0 than men4 ,men might meet feminine competition if they resorted to the stratagem of changing their minds as often4 ,the greatest disappointment after marriage comes to a man when he realizes that his wife does not look like the models in the shop windows during a white-goods sale4 ,a man can protect himself from the things said about him by the women who don't love him4 ,it's the things said about him by the woman who does love him that keep him worried4 ,women1 says a sage1 are like books3 ,no man can judge the inside by what is displayed on the outside4 ,it is a poor rule that won't work both ways4 ,women are unlike books3 ,when one has finished with a book it can be closed up4 ,illustration3 ,drawn by ,e4 ,m4 ,ashe4 ,the ,missing ,rhyme by ,henry ,tyrrell4 ,illustration by ,e4 ,v4 ,nadherny4 ,the trouble was1 no word would rhyme with month4 ,and that was why my lovely birthday sonnet1 ,meeting this obstacle1 was wrecked upon it4 8,oh1 fairest day of springtime's fairest month0-- ,thus ,i began1 and there ,i stuck at 8month40 ,her birthday is the first of ,may4 8,dog-gone it60 ,i cried1 8,i can't go on1 now ,i've begun it-- ,unless1 perchance1 ,i write of ,may the one-th40 ,then went ,i to my lady love1 with all ,the story of my tenderness and trouble-- ,explained how words in ,poetry must double1 ,and how my sonnet's sweetness turned to gall ,because ,i couldn't find a rhyme for 8month40 ,she laughed1 and lithped the answer--8,you're a dunth60 ,illustration3 8,she laughed and lithped the answer--#8,you're a dunth6'0 ,to ,his ,heart by ,richard ,le ,gallienne4 ,so many times the heart can break1 ,so many ways-- ,yet beat along and beat along1 ,so many days4 ,a fluttering thing we never see1 ,and only hear ,when some stern doctor to our side ,presses his ear4 ,strange hidden thing that beats and beats1 ,we know not why1 ,and makes us live1 though we1 indeed1 ,would rather die4 ,mysterious1 fighting1 loving thing-- ,so sad1 so true6 ,i would my laughing eyes some day ,might look on you4 ,a ,killing by ,wm4 ,b4 ,green4 ,illustration by ,harry ,c4 ,edwards4 ,illustration ,a shot rings out in the for- est's side2 ,its signal of death strikes the ,moose ,king's heart1 ,and the ,indian hunter views with pride ,how his skill as a hunts- man has won its part4 ,but the ,shadow that falls on the ground below ,foretells the time when he1 too1 shall go4 ,naming the ,baby by ,john ,harrison4 ,illustration by ,kingston ,hengler4 ,my hair is gray1 but not with years1 ,nor grew it white in a single night1 ,as men's have grown1 from sudden fears-- ,but gray all the same1 ,just over a name-- ,a name for the baby2 ,which ,i wish to remark1 ,and my language is plain-- ,or may be ,ornate--if ,i try to explain ,the trouble1 anxiety1 ,crass contrariety1 ,strain on one's piety-- ,he wouldn't be quiet--he ,cooed to satiety-- 7,cute little one7-- ,yes--it was pitiful1 ,in a whole city-full ,name he had none4 ,illustration3 8,now let there be a merry time throughout all ,christendom1 ,for the mother set her foot down--and the boy's named #8,,tom6'0 ,cousins to right of us1 ,uncles to left of us1 ,gran'ma in front of us1 ,mentioned a hundred2 ,neighbors1 and friends as well1 ,aided the din to swell1 ,talked1 until out of breath1 ,and1 when the dinner-bell ,rang1 they all wondered4 ,a simple child1 ,that cries and holds its breath1 ,and kicks with either nether limb-- ,what shall we call him8 ,s' death6 ,wait till he's seven4 ,now glory to that wife of mine1 from whom all glories are3 ,add 8,hallelujahs0 freely1 for ,i'm not particular2 ,now let there be a merry time throughout all ,christendom1 ,for the mother set her foot down--and the boy's named 8,,tom40 ,illustration3 ,drawn by ,r4 ,f4 ,zogbaum4 ,the ,rackelty-,snackelty-,gagelty-,guz by ,anthony ,h4 ,euwer4 ,illustration by the ,author4 ,the awfullest thing that ever yet wuz ,is the ,rackelty-snackelty-gagelty-guz1 ,that don't eat nothin' but little boys-- ,a crunchin' their bones with the terriblest noise4 ,if ever ,i see him floppin' around ,i'll dig a big hole down into the ground ,and crawl away in till he loses the scent1 ,not even breathin' until he has went4 ,i guess that'll fool ,mr4 ,guz all right-- ,but ,i hope he don't come when it's late at night6 ,illustration3 8,the awfullest thing that ever yet wuz ,is the ,rackelty-snackelty-gagelty-guz40 ,paul1 the ,piano-,mover2 ,,or1 ,,grand1 ,,square ,,and ,,upright6 ,a ,tale of an ,artistic ,temperament by ,roy ,l4 ,mc,cardell4 ,illustrations by ,h4 ,methfessel4 ,,chapter ,i4 ,,music ,,and ,,mystery4 8,papa can stand no more6 ,how1 then1 can ,i break this to him80 ,the speaker1 a radiantly beautiful young girl1 stood sobbing in the great musical emporium of ,harry ,m4 ,daly ,co4 8,consider me a policeman and not a piano-mover40 ,as he said these words1 ,paul ,postelwaite came forward with his hat in his hand4 ,for all he knew the damsel in distress might be a carriage customer1 and1 besides1 he was afraid if he left his hat in the shipping department a member of the firm might steal it4 8,oh1 sir10 replied the beautiful young girl1 8,i saw a pianola advertisement some time ago which said3 #8,with this instrument anyone can play the piano4' ,and ,i1 taking all my little savings1 bought one for papa60 8,yes80 8,it arrived to-day4 ,too late1 ,i perceive that a pianola is an instrument from which music can only be extorted by the feet1 and poor papa was run over by an electric car and lost both legs4 ,illustration3 8,as he said these words1 ,paul ,postelwaite came forward40 8,it was all my little savings1 as ,i have said4 ,the firm will not take the pianola back1 and my poor papa has no visible means of support40 8,but you can sue the street railway company for damages10 said ,paul1 soothingly4 8,we threatened to do that1 but the railroad company only said papa should consider he was sufficiently damaged and they did not see why he should sue for any more4 ,however1 they said we might bring the matter into court and they would see what they could do to his character40 8,go home1 little one10 said ,paul ,postelwaite1 kindly1 8and ,i will come around this evening and play the pianola for your papa myself40 ,the foregoing will show that although ,paul moved in musical circles he was neither a sharp nor a flat4 ,his worst predilection was that he continually talked shop1 for his last words to his distressed young confidant were1 8,compose yourself60 ,paul ,postelwaite had long resolved upon a musical career4 ,he knew the pitfalls of the profession4 ,on every side of him he saw and heard the unfortunates who played the piano to excess4 ,a hater of discord1 he resolved to save the victims of piano-playing from themselves4 ,to this end he studied piano-moving4 ,most pianos are bought on the instalment plan4 ,most payers for pianos bought on this plan fall behind in their instalments4 ,it was ,paul's duty to call and take away the pianos of those who had been remiss4 ,he bore abuse and vituperation1 not with stolid indifference but with the conscientious feeling that he was a public benefactor4 ,he had the reward of public appreciation4 ,people afflicted by proximity to those who played the piano to excess no longer complained to the ,board of ,health4 ,they ascertained if any payments were overdue on the instrument of torture1 and then they sent for ,paul4 ,paul's father had been a piano-maker4 ,but he had been overtaken by misfortune4 ,he made pianos for the big department stores4 ,but while he only made one grade of piano1 he was compelled by the exigencies of his trade to stencil them with so many different names that he forgot his own4 ,and one day1 while suffering from loss of memory in this regard1 he signed a name not his own to a check and was compelled to retire from business to ,ossining-on-,hudson4 ,his father's parting advice had been1 8,never forget who you are1 my boy60 ,,chapter ,,ii4 ,,harmony ,,in ,a ,,flat4 ,that evening1 carrying with him a pair of wooden legs1 as a pleasant surprise for the abbreviated parent1 ,paul called at the cosy ,harlem apartment where dwelt the young girl who had so attracted his attention that morning4 ,as the young girl opened the door for him with a glad cry1 ,paul proffered the wooden legs4 8,these are for your father10 he said2 8he has a heart of oak1 ,i know1 and now he will have legs to match40 8,bless you1 young sir10 cried the father of the girl4 8,this will place me on a better footing with the world6 ,and should ,i die they will be a legacy for both of you4 ,and now1 thank gracious6 ,i can play the pianola60 ,illustration3 8,the grateful father adjusted the artificial limbs and was soon playing ,handel with his feet40 ,so saying the grateful father adjusted the artificial limbs and was soon playing ,handel with his feet1 extracting from the music chords of wood1 as it were1 of a timbre most surprising4 99 99 99 99 99 ,this was not all4 ,paul secured the old man a political position as a stump speaker1 at which he was doubly successful1 and how he stood on public questions is well known2 his physical disability1 of course1 stood in the way of his ever running for office4 ,as for the daughter1 ,paul married her4 ,there is no need to tell you her name4 ,she is ,mrs4 ,postelwaite now and that is enough4 ,they are still a musical family1 and the pride of their home is a ,baby ,grand4 ,a ,,toast by ,john ,r4 ,gregg4 ,for ,success--initiative1 concentration and perseverance2 ,for ,happiness--love1 cheerfulness and a sense of humor2 ,for ,good-fellowship--the ,pleiades4 ,lady ,crinoline by ,john ,campbell ,delano4 ,illustration by ,frank ,a4 ,nankivell4 ,dainty ,lady ,crinoline1 ,frail as the frailest porcelain1 ,memory doth take me back ,o'er ,life's long-forgotten track ,sweet as sweetest metheglin1 ,dainty ,lady ,crinoline4 ,dark thine hair as deepest night1 ,and thine eyes were stars alight1 ,roses blushed thy cheeks to see4 ,blessings on thee1 ,memory1 ,for this maid in bombazine1 ,dainty ,lady ,crinoline4 ,ankles slim as lily's stem1 ,tiny feet from out the hem ,of thy dress my heart entranced ,when the minuet we danced4 ,sweet1 angelic cherubin1 ,dainty ,lady ,crinoline6 ,illustration3 8,dainty ,lady ,crinoline1 ,frail as frailest porcelain2 4 4 4 ,ankles slim as lily's stem40 ,at the ,pleiades by ,maurice ,v4 ,samuels4 ,the music sounds1 my pulse responds2 ,my neighbor who is young and fair ,holds me in conversation's bonds-- ,and yet my spirit is not there6 ,around me merry friends ,i see1 ,gay laughter and saluting smile4 ,here in the ,hall of ,jollity ,present1 ,i still am in exile4 ,bohemia's spell is subtly wove2 ,what she seems to display most clear ,is not her real treasure-trove-- ,she whispers to an inner ear4 ,she pictures what remains unseen1 ,sings songs too exquisite for tongue1 ,tempts one with hope for nobler gains ,and ever shows one higher rung6 ,bohemia1 ah6 how base-maligned6 ,thy form mistaken oft for ,thee6 ,thy body gazed upon1 ,thy ,mind ,regarded as an absentee6 ,thou who dost hand the cup of wine ,to stir the heart till it let free ,the prisoned spirit--form divine-- ,art wronged by many a devotee6 ,the music sweet1 and she whose face ,is soft illumed1 and echoed laugh1 ,as gayety grows on apace1 ,fill not the goblet that ,i quaff4 ,somewhere1 away1 by ,thee led on1 ,aware1 alive1 responsive still1 ,i feel the tremulous light shed on ,my spirit by that wanton will4 ,we all1 earth-bound most time1 behold ,thy shrine and there libation pour2 ,mistake the alloy for pure gold ,and mere appearance1 to adore4 ,for know1 ,bohemia1 ,goddess glad1 ,we all in some way comprehend ,thy worship must be gay1 not sad1 ,or ,thou refusest to befriend4 ,so here1 with revelry and mirth1 ,gay song1 quick toast and wassail mood1 ,we greet ,thee in ,thy form of ,earth ,and place before ,thee wine and food6 ,illustration ,the ,land of ,dreams by ,willard ,d4 ,coxey4 ,illustration by ,ryan ,walker4 ,oh1 a curious place is the ,land of ,dreams1 ,with its vapory castles of smoke-- ,a shadowy land where the sun never beams1 ,and ,reality's only a joke6 ',tis a place where fortunes are made in a night ,with nothing of cost or labor2 ,and all that you do is to turn out the light-- ,and dream that ,wealth is your neighbor6 ',tis a land of bliss1 where no one is missed-- ',tis a land that lovers adore1 ,where the prettiest girl who ever was kissed ,is a dream on the edge of a snore6 ,so here's to the shadowy ,realm of ,sleep6 ,and here's to the ,people of ,seeming6 ,the rest of the world may awake and weep1 ,but me for the laugh and the dreaming4 ,illustration3 8,where the prettiest girl who ever was kissed ,is a dream on the edge of a snore40 ,the ,wedding of the ,vines by ,aimee ,greene-,abbott4 ,a curious vine leaned over the wall1 ,gay with pride1 and straight and tall4 ,it danced and swung in the playful wind1 ,and peered about to see what it could find4 ,its tendrils1 light and airy and gay1 ,flaunted and fluttered1 day after day1 ,till a larger vine on the side of a church1 ,swung out a branch1 with decisive lurch4 ,he grasped the tendril with loving force1 7,she thought she couldn't resist1 of course47 ,they twined together1 heart to heart1 ,now none who pass can tell them apart4 ,illustration3 ,drawn by ,a4 ,i4 ,keller4 ,the ,fable of the ,over-,talented by ,dorothy ,dix4 ,illustration by ,wm4 ,j4 ,steinigans4 ,there was once a ,sagacious ,youth1 with a ,high ,brow1 who ,opined that the ,world owed him a ,living4 8,it is all very well10 he reflected1 8for ,ordinary ,dubs who have not been blessed with a ,superabundance of ,gray ,matter as ,i have1 to ,strain on the ,collar in the ,tread ,mill of ,business1 but the very thought of ,work makes me ,tired1 and ,i apprehend that there are ,easier ways of getting the ,pelf than by ,earning it4 8,it is1 of course1 a ,good ,thing that not every one is as ,brilliant as ,i am1 for if they were the world would blow up with ,spontaneous ,combustion4 ,it really pains me to see others toiling along day after day for ,measly ,salaries1 when they might have money coming to them on ,wings if they only used their ,wits instead of their ,paws40 ,with that the ,sagacious ,youth worked out a system that was a ,sure ,thing on paper for ,divorcing the ,public from its ,long ,green4 ,illustration3 8,there was once a ,sagacious ,youth with a ,high ,brow40 8,i learned from the ,census ,report10 he said to himself1 8that every ,minute a ,sucker is ,born1 and ,i apprehend that they are ,providentially provided to furnish ,automobiles and ,wealth ,water for ,wise ,guys like ,me1 and that all that ,i shall have to do is to take advantage of their ,gullibility in order to ,hook ,them and have a ,fish ,chowder that will be a ,perpetual ,picnic4 8,i have perceived that most of my ,fellow ,creatures are so ,greedy that they will swallow any sort of ,bait if it looks ,fat1 and that if you only ,promise them enough1 it ,razzle-dazzles them so they do not investigate your means of ,making ,good40 ,thereupon the ,youth began burning the midnight ,carbon concocting a ,prospectus of ,speculation made ,easy1 by which ,widows and ,orphans and ,clergymen could be separated from their ,pile and enjoy all the ,excitement and ,losses of ,wall ,street at ,home4 ,as an idea it was a ,jim ,dandy that commanded the respect of the ,financial ,world1 but before the ,youth could realize it the ,post-,office ,department got ,wise1 and he felt it best to ,travel in ,europe for his ,health4 8,alas60 cried the ,youth1 8,i fear that the ,confidence ,game is getting ,over-,crowded1 and it is evidently up to me to either ,marry and give some ,female the ,pleasure of ,supporting me1 or else go to ,work4 8,personally1 my tastes are not ,domestic1 and ,i prefer ,single ,blessedness to ,double ,wretchedness1 but it is clear that it will be less ,fatiguing to hold a ,lady's ,hand than to call ,stations in the ,subway2 it's me for the ,altar4 ,besides1 as soon as ,i have annexed little ,tootsey-,wootsey for my own1 ,i will take possession of her ,bank ,account and then all will be well40 ,so the ,youth espoused an ,elderly ,widow whose ,no4 #a husband had left her a ,large and ,juicy slice of ,insurance1 but contrary to his expectations she was a ,foxy ,lady with a ,time ,lock on her ,pocketbook1 and he could not work the ,combination that opened it4 ,at this the ,youth shed bitter ,tears1 but when he began knocking ,fate his ,friend called him down4 8,it may be ,true10 said the ,friend1 8that the ,world owes you a living1 but there are many ,small ,debts that we have to ,personally ,collect4 8,if you had displayed as much ,imagination in writing ,fiction as you have in ,telling ,lies that deceive no one1 you would have received an ,honorary ,degree from ,yale instead of the ,double ,cross from your ,fellow ,creatures1 and if you had worked as hard at some ,honest ,calling as you have in trying to ,rob ,others you would be a ,millionaire instead of a ,tramp4 ,it is my observation that the ,beater always gets ,beaten in the end4 ,farewell60 99 99 99 99 99 ,moral3 ,this ,fable teaches that ,most of the ,short ,cuts to ,success end on the ,dump4 ,a ,song by ,philip ,verrill ,mighels4 ,illustration by ,f4 ,luis ,mora4 ,somewhere ,i have heard that the 8,pleiades all sang together10 and ,i therefore submit these all-star verses as a song4 ,in the ,northern seas ,i loved a maid ,as cold as a polar bear1 ,but of taking a cold ,i was not afraid-- ,sing too rel le roo ,and the wine is red-- ,for a kiss is a kiss most anywhere1 ,when a man's heart goes to his head4 ,ho6 the heart of a man is an onion1 boys1 ,an onion1 boys1 with a shedding skin2 ,and never it breaks1 for you off with its hide ,when the old love's gone--and it's fresh within6 ,in the ,southern seas ,i loved a lass ,as warm as a day in ,june1 ,and oh1 that a summer should ever pass-- ,sing too rel le roo ,and the wine is red-- ,for my summer1 my lads1 was gone too soon1 ,with a man's heart gone to his head4 ,ho6 the heart of a man1 etc4 ,illustration3 8,in the ,southern seas ,i loved a lass ,as warm as a day in ,june40 ,in the ,western seas ,i loved a miss ,as shy as the sharks that swim1 ,and it's duties we owe to the art of a kiss-- ,sing too rel le roo ,and the wine is red-- ,if a maiden so shy should be took with a whim ,and a man's heart gone to his head4 ,ho6 the heart of a man1 etc4 ,p4 ,s4--,there are said to be seven seas4 ,it ought to be seventy4 ,,where ,,bohemia ,,is by ,john ,william ,sargent4 ,bohemia's not a corner hid in ,paris or ,new ,york1 ,not a corner in a cellar where we eat and drink and talk1 ,nor a corner that is set aside to poverty and art3 ,no1 ,bohemia's just a corner in the right man's heart6 ,autumn by ,arthur ,stahlschmidt4 ,decoration by ,h4 ,k4 ,cranmer4 ,the long sweep of the wind across the moor1 ,the cry of plover bird on flapping wing1 ,the faded grass and bracken near the shore ,of the deserted pond where robins used to sing4 ,no cricket voice2 no cheery summer sound1 ,naught save the sweeping of the wind among the naked boughs ,and rustle of dead leaves along the barren ground4 ,illustration ,at the ,sign of the ,cheap ,table d',hote by ,helen ,rowland4 ,illustration by ,e4 ,m4 ,ashe4 ,smoke1 and spaghetti1 and crimson wine1 ,and the laughing notes of a violin6 ,from the ,seine1 from the ,loire1 from the ,thames1 the ,rhine1 ,hail the guests of the cheap table d'hote--,come in6 ,what if your hat be a battered one8 ,what if your coat be a trifle thin8 ,there's a chant of cheer for ,bohemia's son ,at the ,sign of the ,cheap ,table d',hote--,come in6 ,feel not your pocket1 for here's a feast1 ,and your fill of wine for a few mean pence-- ,fish and fowl and a loaf1 at least-- ,and all for a matter of fifty cents6 ,oh1 wonderful things you'll discover there ,in the midst of the clatter and smoke and din1 ,for ,genius is child of the very air ,one breathes at the cheap table d'hote--,come in6 ,illustration3 8,oh1 wonderful things you'll discover there ,in the midst of the clatter and smoke and din40 ,out of the smoke there are statues carved1 ,and daring dreamers their day-dreams spin2 ,for never a poet's soul has starved ,on the notes of a table d'hote violin4 ,at that table yonder1 perchance1 was born ,a sonnet that brought the singer fame-- ,and there1 in a jacket frayed and worn1 ,nightly1 a world-known painter came4 ,here1 once reveled a popular wit1 ,there1 a composer1 now rich and fat1 ,here1 a diva--just think of that6-- ,flirted and laughed1 'neath a home-made hat6 ,where are they now8 ,who knows8 ,alas6 ,dining1 perhaps1 in a dinner coat1 ,sipping champagne from a rich man's glass-- ,for ,success sits not at the table d'hote4 ,but what does it matter to us1 ,i say6 ,this is 8,going-to-be0 and not 8,has-been0-- ,the ,land of 8,to-morrow10 not 8,yesterday10 ,is the ,sign of the ,cheap ,table d',hote--,come in6 8,hello60 by ,john ,edward ,hazzard4 8,hello1 girl60 8,hello1 boy60 ,thus with hand-clasp was our greeting1 ,seems as though at our first meeting4 8,hello1 girl60 and oh1 what gladness ,in her echo1 8,hello1 boy60 8,hello1 girl60 8,hello1 boy60 ,this1 and then a moment's kissing1 ,gave us what in life was missing2 8,hello1 girl60 and oh1 what madness ,in her echo1 8,hello1 boy60 8,good-by1 girl60 8,good-by1 boy60 ,thus we spoke it at our parting1 ,just a little tear was smarting2 8,good-by1 girl60 and oh1 what sadness ,in her echo1 8,good-by1 boy60 ,the ,wild ,rose by ,john ,jerome ,rooney4 ,illustration by ,louis ,rhead4 ,i saw a wild rose in the wilderness2 ,it was so sweet1 so sweet ,it seemed the one thing in the world ,that ,god had made complete4 ,it grew beside a mossy road ,in the deep northern woods1 ,and oh1 its simple beauty lit ,those savage solitudes4 ,and1 as ,i plucked it where it blew ,all trembling in the wind1 ,it seemed a meet gift unto her-- ,the flower of womankind6 ,illustration3 8,the flower of womankind60 ,the ,old1 ,old ,prayer by ,john ,w4 ,postgate4 ,our ,father1 which art in ,heaven1 ,we glorify ,thy name1 ,and pray our sins be all forgiven1 ,our hearts all cleansed from shame2 ,our vain desires we beg ,thee check1 ,our footsteps lead aright1 ,and from our eyes remove each speck ,that blinds us to the light4 ,hallowed be ,thy name1 ,o ,lord2 ,let ,thy sweet mercy reign2 ,within our hearts sink deep the ,word ,that heals all grief and pain2 ,our wand'ring thoughts restrain and cheer1 ,our cares and doubts dispel2 ,from timid hearts cast out each fear1 ,and teach us1 ,all is well6 ,give us this day our daily bread2 ,and fervent be our creed1 ,to suffer none to go unfed ,while we may end his need2 ,let love and pity fill our hearts1 ,and charity for all2 ,sustain the strength that hope imparts1 ,to bless both great and small4 ,thy ,kingdom come1 in ,thy good time1 ,oh1 comfort us till then6 ,thy will be done in ev'ry clime ,there toil the sons of men2 ,and let ,thy grace descend and glow ,within each weary breast1 ,so we may all ,thy goodness know1 ,thy love and peace attest4 ,our faults forgive1 as we forgive ,the faults by others shown2 ,teach us the way to rightly live ,our follies to atone2 ,from evil aims our minds set free1 ,and from temptation save2 ,and let the ,cross of ,calvary ,redeem us from the grave4 ,for ,thine the ,kingdom must prevail ',gainst all the hosts of ill1 ,thy power and ,thy glory quell ,the arts that sting and kill2 ,and forever and forever ,hosannas let us raise1 ,that lures of earth may never ,divert us from ,thy ways4 ,the ,bashful ,girl by ,fred ,s4 ,blossom4 ,illustration by ,e4 ,fuhr4 ,she threw around my soul a charm-- ,i threw around her waist my arm4 ,she was so bashful and seemed so shy-- ,just made to kiss--ah6 ,i wished to try4 ,we strolled along in the cooling shade2 ,i mustered courage and kissed the maid4 ,her look6 ,her eyes6 ,i'll never forget ,the touch of her lips6 ,it lingers yet4 ,we kissed again6 ,my heart stood still-- ,a joy came o'er me1 a quiet thrill2 ,as the red blood pulsed1 all seemed awhirl-- ,wondrous change in my bashful girl6 ,did her brown eyes flash1 or a cry of wrath ,re-echo along that shady path8 ,nay6 ,but clinging close1 as ivies climb1 ,she lifted her head to me each time4 ,illustration3 8,but clinging close1 as ivies climb1 ,she lifted her head to me each time40 ,invitation by ,walter ,gregory ,muirheid4 ,illustration by ,r4 ,a4 ,lders4 ,pray1 maiden of ye ancient time1 ,fair stranger of a foreign clime1 ,tell me1 as gaze ye o'er the sea1 ,what thoughts arise to comfort thee8 ,hast lover there in ship of state1 ,or waitest thou beside the gate ,to welcome him from war's alarms ,to the fond shelter of thine arms8 ,perchance that through the ages vast ,in prophecy thy gaze is cast ,and to ,manhattan's glad and gay ,hotels1 cafs and ,great ,white ,way ,thy fancies take their wing1 and show ,the ,pleiades with lights aglow1 ,till in thy limpid1 lucent eyes ,bright visions of our feasts arise4 ,illustration3 8,fair stranger of a foreign clime40 ,canst bridge the span of ages vast1 ,o maiden of a fabled past8 ,then come6 ,we'll do our best to please2 ,we'll make thee guest at ,pleiades6 ,and ne'er in palmy days of ,rome ,couldst thou1 fair maiden1 feel at home ,more than at ,pleiads' tables round ,where fellowship and faith abound4 ,for ne'er in ,rome were men like these ,good fellows of the ,pleiades1 ,and ne'er were maidens half so fair ,as they who seek diversion there2 ,yet ne'er was time these fellows gay ,would deem another in the way1 ,and so make haste1 fly o'er the sea1 ,the ,pleiades will welcome thee6 ,illustration3 ,drawn by ,wm4 ,j4 ,steinigans4 ,see the lady8 ,does the lady want the soap8 ,the lady certainly does4 ,will the pup bring the soap to the lady8 ,it will not--the pup is a gentleman pup and the lady is a suffragette4 ,the pup wants her to get it herself4 ,all ,you ,need in ,new ,york by ,lee ,fairchild4 ,illustration by ,wm4 ,van ,benthuysen4 ,a shave and a dollar1 ,a shine and a collar1 ,is all that you need in ,new ,york2 ,that is1 if you're clever ,and never1 oh1 never ,are seen at the thing we call work4 ,when seated at dinner ,just for a beginner ,change waiters--a move for a bluff2 ,talk 8stocks0 of the morrow ,and then you may borrow ,a crimpled crisp sign of real stuff4 ,remember a story-- ,quite new or quite hoary-- ,to quote to your host when you dine2 ,be never a piker ,but e'er a bold striker-- ,aim high or the venture decline4 ,illustration3 8,talk #8stocks' of the morrow40 ,waiting6 by ,mabel ,herbert ,urner4 ,illustration by ,luther ,s4 ,white4 8,you--you will come over ,wednesday evening80 ,she asked it hesitatingly1 timidly almost4 8,i'm afraid ,i can't ,wednesday10 as he picked up his hat and cane4 8,then ,thursday--have you an engagement for ,thursday80 8,thursday is the dinner of the ,civic ,club40 8,oh1 yes2 of course you must go to that40 ,there was a slight quiver in her voice now4 8,could--could you come--,friday80 8,that's so far ahead4 ,i don't like to make an engagement so far in advance4 ,but ,i'll phone you some time during the week40 ,she smiled a wan little assent4 ,with a brief good-by he was gone4 ,his step down the hall--the click of the elevator--then she ran to the window and followed him with strained eyes as he swung down the street4 ,if only he would look up and wave her a good-by as he used to--but he did not4 ,she threw herself on the couch1 her face in the pillows--the ache in her heart keener than any physical pain4 ,was it hopeless--the fight she was making8 ,could she never win back the love she had lost8 ,illustration3 8,there she sat1 with her head bending low1 thinking1 thinking1 thinking40 ,and she had never known how she had lost it--unless it was because she had grown to care too much and to show it too plainly4 ,could it be that8 ,had he cared only for the uncertainty--the love of pursuit8 ,and without that--being sure of his conquest--his interest had died8 ,ah1 no--no6 passionately she denied that4 ,the man she loved was bigger1 finer than that6 ,he could not have stooped to a merely cheap desire for conquest4 ,if he had ceased to love her1 it was some fault of hers1 some failing1 some lack within herself of which she was unconscious4 ,she had spent long hours of torturing self-analysis trying to find where she had failed--what it was that in the beginning he might have thought she possessed--and then found she did not4 ,so great was her love for him that she felt she could almost make of herself what he wanted--just by the sheer strength of willing it6 ,if only she could be with him enough6 ,if she could but have the chance to make him care for her again6 ,he used to come almost every day--and now--now1 sometimes many days would pass4 ,she knew it was a mistake to ask him when he was coming--to try to name any particular time4 ,he seemed to resent that now4 ,if only she could let him go without a word6 ,but the thought of the long1 silent absence that might follow always terrified her4 ,once1 for two weeks1 she had not heard from him2 and the memory of those two weeks' suffering always weakened her to the point of trying to make some definite engagement to escape the sickening uncertainty of the days to come4 ,oh1 she was so helpless--so pitiably helpless6 ,wholly dependent on him for her happiness1 yet powerless to break down this wall he was placing between them6 ,she slowly arose and threw herself into a chair4 ,there she sat1 with her head bending low1 thinking1 thinking1 thinking4 99 99 99 99 99 ,then gradually there stole over her a sense of quiet--almost of peace4 ,it was partly the relaxation that comes after any emotional strain1 and partly because of a faint hope1 a belief that sometimes came to her and that comforted her above everything else--the thought that because she gave of her best--because the love she gave was a great and good love--some time he could come to know1 to understand1 and to love her again1 if only for her unfaltering love of him6 ,if she could but wait long enough--patiently enough--in the end the love she so wanted might be hers6 ,the ,blind ,messenger by ,annabel ,lee4 ,illustration by ,walter ,meyner4 ,if ,i could feel the song of faith still singing ,in my heart1 once filled with melody ,of all you seemed when love was bringing ,me to the shrine of your adolatry4 ,ah6 ,if the years and gods were but content ,to hold fame's trophy from my reaching hand ,and give instead1 the meed which heaven meant ,should crown each woman's life in every land4 ,if the dead past would but one hour deign ,a lonely pilgrim travelling byways rough1 ,an hour when love and peace would ever reign-- ,that hour indeed were happiness enough4 ,illustration3 84 4 4 4 4 4 4 ,to hold fame's trophy from my reaching hand40 ,the ,pleiades by ,hector ,mc,pherson4 ,all hail6 my brothers of palette and pen2 ,of science and buskin1 too2 ,you daughters of beauty and tuneful mien-- ,the joy-ship's merriest crew4 ,can this be ,bohemia1 realm of mirth1 ,where the grave and gay unite8 ,where genius now finds its nobler birth ,and shines with a lustre bright8 ,men here tell stories1 their pictures paint1 ,as they burn life's flick'ring lamp2 ,they toil and they sweat1 yea1 mayhap they faint1 ,yet with care they refuse to camp4 ,when hand grips hand in friendly grasp1 ,just jot this down in your book3 ,it is ,nature's heart that you fondly clasp1 ,not an empty1 outward look4 ,the flower of friendship sweeter blooms ,where all hearts are good and true1 ,each nobler art richer form assumes ,and shines with a fairer hue4 ,ye ,pleiades of the heavenly throng1 ,down here you do bravely shine4 ,may your hearts be light and your way be long1 ,lit by genius most divine6 ,then forward from conquering field to field1 ,nor heeding life's battle-scars2 ,nor malice1 nor envy's tongue shall make yield1 ,who brothers are to the stars6 ,table d' ,hote ,bohemia ,here's to 8,table d',hote ,bohemia0 ,where all may dare1 ,but only the brave ,can stand the fare6 ,lovers by ,howard ,s4 ,neiman4 ,in her leafy1 shady bowers ,grew a rose among the flowers2 ,queen was she among the bloom1 ,dainty with her sweet perfume4 ,and the flowers did homage pay1 ,love by night and love by day1 ,daisies fair and tulips sweet1 ,bashful violets at her feet1 ,thistles strong and lilies white ,told their love by day and night4 ,but she spurned their love so true1 ,she had lover no one knew4 ,and each morn when faintest light ,told the passing of the night1 ,she would lift her blushing face ,for her lover's fond embrace4 ,and when other flowers did sleep1 ,softly to her he would creep4 ,in the dawning thus alone ,he would call her all his own2 ,on her lips a kiss would press1 ,leave them moist with happiness4 ,love so tender1 ,love so true1 ,fairest ,rose and ,morning ,dew6 99 99 99 99 99 ,all my life-time would be sweet-- ,all my happiness complete-- ,if ,i were the ,morning ,dew1 ,and the ,rose1 ,sweetheart1 were you4 ,fame by ,katherine ,fitzhugh ,mc,allister4 ,decoration by ,d4 ,s4 ,there have been men whose souls were filled ,with dew of knowledge thrice distilled1 ,who bored holes in ,time's masonry ,thru which the stupid world could see2 ,yet ,envy with the pen of rage1 ,wrote 8,failure0 on the title page6 ,fame stood aloof1 with scornful head1 ,and crowned them--after they were dead6 ,illustration ,the ,tale of the ,store ,girl by ,o ,hana ,san4 ,illustration by ,adrian ,machefert4 ,yes1 ma'am1 to the right4 ,no1 ma'am1 not this store40 8,say1 ,sade1 ain't those dames a terrible bore ,with their questions all day8 ,perhaps now ,i can say ,what ,i want to you1 of me friend ,johnny ,ray4 ,was the party real swell8 ,well1 ,i'm dying to tell ,you of the dandy fine floor1 and just what ,i wore ,the price of that1 ma'am8 ,well1 ain't she a ham ,to get off her ear just because it's too dear8 ,as ,i was just sayin'1 there was dancin' and playin'1 ,and cute ,johnny ,ray1 say6 was with me all day ,two yards of that lace8 7,my1 ,sade1 what a face67 ,sure1 ma'am1 ,i'll attend2 ,i don't mean to offend ,either you or any other old lady4 ,fresh8 ,can you beat that now1 ,sadie8 ,she's gone to complain to the floorwalker chap-- ,it's all up with me1 maybe1 but ,i don't give a rap4 ,illustration3 8,as ,i was just sayin'40 ',cos ,johnny wants me for his own little pet1 ,and maybe ,i ain't lookin' for marriage just yet6 ,i can beat it--and quick--to a store on ,broadway4 ,hear me hand that to him1 ,with a merry #8,good day8'0 99 99 99 99 99 ,and she did1 and what happened is easy to write2 ,she married young ,ray2 that's her end1 so good night4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,moral4 ,and the moral is simple for girls high and low3 ,you'll never get left with two strings to your bow4 ,a good business one to pull at your will1 ,or1 a true lover's knot may be better still ,in case you get 8fired10 like the girl in the store1 ,who had two strings to her bow ,and who knows8--some more6 ,illustration ,a ,,toast ,illustration by ,krieghoff4 ,i drink to the ,pipe1 which1 at eventide1 ,is dearer to me than a blushing bride4 ,as its perfumed clouds float on the air1 ,they curl into myriad visions rare3 ,pictures of comrades of long ago ,i see in the shadows that come and go2 ,and the long-lost love of my boyhood seems ,to be kissed into life by my ,pipe-o'-dreams4 ,a ,song by ,eugene ,geary4 ,illustration by ,g4 ,michelson4 ,young ,love forsook the highways1 ,all decked in their robes of ,spring1 ,and1 far into silent by-ways1 ,he fluttered on golden wing4 ,blithe youths and maidens chased him1 8,he is only tired10 they said4 ,to a streamlet's brink they chased him1 ,then sighed that ,love was dead4 ,on1 on through the shining meadows1 ,as the rays of the evening fell1 ,he sped 'mid the length'ning shadows ,till he came to a lonely dell4 ,the flowers1 with teardrops laden1 ,bent their heads as he flew along1 ,to sigh o'er the grave of a maiden-- ,his sigh was a poet's song4 ,illustration3 8,then sighed that ,love was dead40 ,the ,caverns of the ,soul by ,charles ,louis ,sicard4 ,illustration by ,h4 ,b4 ,eddy4 ,within the mystic caverns of our souls ,there is a labyrinth unexplored2 ,where dim aisles1 winding far beyond the poles1 ,have secrets of the ages stored4 ,unheard far in the twilight mists of time1 ,are weirdly haunting strains that sleep1 ,to be resounded through your soul or mine1 ,for those we summon from the deep4 ,oft times ,i wandered in those ancient caves1 ,seeking to pierce the crowded past2 ',midst endless hosts submerged 'neath lethal waves1 ,the all in one1 sans first1 sans last4 ,for ,truth alone thus strangely did ,i grope1 ,daring1 despairing1 yet in vain2 ,until one wondrous hour1 while stirred with hope1 ,my search revealed a slumb'ring strain4 ,one blast of barb'rous melody flung clear1 ,swept back the veil1 removed the ban1 ,and demon-ridden1 and accursed with fear1 ,i stalked1 once more primeval man4 ,ah me1 this thing1 cast from the pit of night1 ,knew naught but savagery and lust2 ,i searched in vain for truth1 for love1 for light1 ,then bid him vanish back to dust4 ,illustration3 8,within the mystic caverns of our souls40 ,undaunted through my soul again ,i sped1 ,a strain unheard1 for cycles flown2 ,adown the shadowed deeps this message fled1 ,come ye1 who first1 love's thrill hast known4 ,from distant ages dim1 at last1 ,i came1 ,with shining eyes of glim'ring dawn1 ,and throbbing heart aglow1 destined to flame1 ,in love1 through those as yet unborn4 ,i saw this self ancestral slowly fade1 ,to voiceless chambers of the gloom2 ,where rest those throngs1 who have so fully paid1 ,that ,life's dank weeds1 might flowers bloom4 ',tis on the scroll1 graved deep1 that ,i now pay1 ,and ,life must quaff the poison'd wine2 ,but ,love and ,hope1 if star-strewn on the way1 ,can purify the living vine4 ,o ,soul1 the tallied years of men count not1 ,for life eternal sweepeth back2 ,as life unending is predestined lot1 ,and ,i am ,i1 from love1 from rack6 ,this vibrant flame1 entombed in human clay1 ,divine spark from the ons blown1 ,through loins of countless forbears to this day ,shall ever reap as all have sown4 ,illustration3 ,drawn by ,albert ,sterner4 ,love's ,flower by ,frank ,l4 ,norris4 ,illustration by ,m4 ,torre ,hood4 ,throughout this life a moral runs1 ,and ye who read may learn ,that ,god has placed in every heart ,a sacred fire1 to burn ,and flash so long as life may last-- ,a priceless treasure trove1 ,a garden fair1 beyond compare1 ,where blooms the flower called love4 ,a flower that's warmed by passion's flame1 ,and fed by pleasure's dew1 ,its curling petals reaching out ,like beckoning hands to you4 ,but pluck it6 ere with perfume gone1 ,it hangs its drooping head1 ,nor passion stay from day to day ,until that flower is dead4 ,illustration3 8,but pluck it6 ere with perfume gone1 ,it hangs its drooping head40 ,the ,revolt of the ,stars by ,maud ,g4 ,pride4 ,illustration by ,r4 ,s4 ,ament4 ,a very long time ago1 when the ,heavens were quite new and the ,earth was still in the ,golden ,age1 a strange event occurred--quite unheard of even in those early times4 ,the ,sun1 vigorous and lusty1 had rubbed his blinking eyes and hurried away to the west4 ,the boy-child1 ,twilight1 his chubby hands still clutching after the last red rays left behind by the ,sun1 winked his sleepy eyes1 as1 protestingly1 he was pushed along in his crimson cart by ,old ,sandman4 ,close behind came his three sisters1 the ,evening ,shadows1 in their long1 trailing1 gray robes4 ,a hush fell upon the ,heavens4 ,from far below came the hum of the ,crickets and the low murmur of the ,katydids1 having their final good-night gossip1 but in the ,sky all was still until the ,moonlady came softly creeping along1 her silver mantle enfolding her slight form1 her long silken hair caught by the ,evening ,breeze1 who followed close in her wake4 ,at her appearance there arose from the ,earth songs of gladness and hymns of praise4 ,lovers looked up at her enraptured1 poets sang of her1 and even the brute creation sent ,heavenward their low murmur of joy at her being4 ,silently she smiled down upon them all as she passed on her way4 ,illustration3 8,the ,moonlady stole softly across the sky40 ,then a strange thing happened4 ,black clouds skurried here and there across the ,heavens1 and low mutterings were heard4 ,the ,stars had revolted6 ,venus1 her cold beauty marred by a frown of discontent1 was the center of a murmuring group1 to whom she spoke in words of passion3 8,let us take a firm stand4 ,why should we go on shining1 shining through countless ages8 ,we are not appreciated4 ,we never receive any praise4 ,there are so many of us and our light is so feeble1 who cares whether we shine or not8 ,the ,moon comes along and takes away our glory2 let her do all the work then4 ,why should we waste our light trying to outshine the ,moon and the ,sun8 ,unless we can be as brilliant as they and receive as much praise1 let us not shine at all40 ,each ,star blinked a sullen assent1 and gradually each little light flickered and went out4 ,the ,dog ,star barked and the ,great ,bears growled--the low mutterings became a loud rumble1 and the ,heavens for once were dark1 save for a faint light that still gleamed away off in the north4 ,seeing the feeble light still shining1 all the ,stars rushed to it1 surrounding the feeble ,star that persisted in shining1 and jeered at her folly4 8,put out your light1 you foolish one4 ,do you hope to vie with the ,sun or the ,moon with that feeble flame of yours8 ,what use can you be in this great space of darkness80 8,i do not know10 replied the ,star1 faintly1 8but ,i can go on shining and do my best1 though my light is small and goes but a little way4 ,i do not envy the ,moonlady her glory4 ,is it not a great thing that she can shine so radiantly upon the ,earth and make so many happy8 ,and if there were no ,sun1 what would the poor little ,flowers do1 and the ,birds and the ,beasts8 ,my little light cannot do much good1 but ,i can do my best to keep it bright1 and if it reaches to ,earth but faintly ,i shall be grateful4 ,i had rather light one soul onward and upward than to have a choir of ,angels sing my praises2 ,i had rather one person should be glad he had seen my rays1 than to be crowned with a crown of brilliant jewels and never have made anyone glad2 ,i had rather one tearful soul should look to me and find comfort in my steady light than to have a million people bow down to me in worship of my beauty2 ,i had rather one soul should be truly sorry when my light goes out than that a thousand should praise me for my brilliancy and not know when ,i ceased to shine2 ,i had rather a baby's face looked up at me and smiled and called my name than to be praised in a poet's song and know he was paid so much a line for it2 ,i had rather send one faint ray of hope into some troubled heart than to light the ,world's ,great ,white ,way2 ,i had rather shine on for ages unnoticed than to shine with borrowed light and be afraid of being blown out2 ,i had rather0 ,but the little ,star found herself all alone1 and as she looked about her she saw that each ,star was in its accustomed place1 and that each light was more brilliant than it had ever been before4 ,even the dark clouds had vanished1 and a little child looked up at the ,sky from her bedroom window and said1 8,o1 mother dear1 see how beautiful are the stars to-night6 ,they are ,god's jewels1 set in ,his ,crown of ,glory1 aren't they8 ,if we are very good shall we be beautiful stars some day and shine for ,him80 ,and the ,stars looked down and smiled ,good-night4 ,and the brightest of all the ,stars were the ,pleiades4 ,illustration ,illustration3 ,drawn by ,hy4 ,s4 ,watson4 ,eavesdropping4 ,the ,joy of ,living by ,carrie ,van ,deusen ,king4 ,illustration by ,eleanor ,schorer4 8,this precious stone set in a silver sea1 ,this blessed plot1 this realm1 this earth40 --,,shakespeare4 ,would heaven be sweet1 if you and ,i were there1 ,and would the angels bear us globes of wine1 ,grown rich with many a hundred golden years8 ,i fear me not1 for one might deem you fair ,and take away what ,i had known as mine1 ,to make my paradise a vale of tears4 ,give me1 then1 earth with its humanity1 ,born like a zephyr1 soft1 among the trees1 ,while sunlight dries the dewdrops from the rose4 ,give me the earth1 ,i crave not what may be ,beyond the height of skies or depth of seas2 ,i only ask the love that mortal knows4 ,if heaven be heaven to steal away the soul ,of all my rapturous hours1 then give me life-- ,its fog and dew1 its sunlight and its shade1 ,its day and night--but ever let me fold ,thee to my heart1 to keep from thee all strife1 ,whatever woe1 whatever ill betide4 ,illustration3 84 4 4 4 ,for one might deem you fair ,and take away what ,i had known as mine1 ,to make my paradise a vale of tears40 ,the ,called ,hand by ,laura ,fitzhugh ,lance4 ,illustration by ,george ,kerr4 ,no matter what the game you play1 ,play it well2 ,no matter what the price you pay1 ,never tell4 ,this life is but a game1 of cards ,of mostly losses1 few rewards1 ,the signs of ,destiny's regards1 ,or ,friendship fell4 ,the ,ace of ,spades1 ,king ,edward's card1 ,or ,william's crest1 ,each representing different games1 ,each played with zest2 ,one stands for mystic power unknown2 ,two play an act upon a throne1 ,both wanting this fair earth to own ,and all the rest6 ,illustration3 84 4 4 4 4 ,each representing different games40 ,what counts the cards when all is done ,if king1 or clown-- ,if ,csar1 ,hohenzollern's ,written down6 ,what--in those palaces on high1 ,in astral cities in the sky ,where we shall all meet by and by-- ,if hod1 or crown8 ,for when we reach ,infinity ,the dwellers there ,won't know the vassals from the kings1 ,nor will they care2 ,king1 crown and sceptered royalty1 ,the ,here1 the ,there--,i1 ,you and ,me ,out there1 out there6 ,passing ,through by ,john ,p4 ,wade4 ,hello1 ,central6 give me ,heaven6 7,this club of ours1 ,i trow1 ,is near enough to #8,heaven' for a mortal here below47 ,just tell me1 is the ,president all ready for his cue ,to start the talent flowing--while ,i am passing through8 8,i just reached town this morning and now ,i'm outward bound2 ,i'm waiting at the grating like a #8purp' that's in the pound4 ,yes1 ,i'm waiting with a heart-ache--,i don't mind telling you-- ,sick with longing to be with you--instead of passing through4 8,i know just what they're doing4 ,i can hear the old gong ring4 ,the toastmaster is asking now some angel fair to sing4 ,i wonder who the ,guests of ,honor are1 and what they'll do ,while gathered 'round the festive board--as ,i am passing through8 8,hello6 are these the ,pleiads8 ,well1 before ,i take my leave1 ,i wish to say ,i envy you this pleasant ,sunday eve6 ,here's hoping that ,i'll see you all before you say adieu ,to the season on the circle4 ,so long6 ,i'm passing through40 ,springtime ,again6 by ,s4 ,frances ,herschel4 ,illustration by ,w4 ,d4 ,stevens4 ,up from the ,southland the sweet ,spring is stealing2 ,up by the brooksides and over the fields6 ,valiant old ,winter goes scuttling before her2 ,force which has ruled us reluctantly yields4 ,where is ,spring's pathway8 ',tis everywhere round us6 ,over the hillsides and over the plains4 ,kist is the broad old ,earth back unto ,life1 until ,never a vestige of ,winter remains4 ,isn't there ever a corner forgotten1 ,far to the eastward or far to the west8 ,some lonely hillside or coarse little meadow1 ,some quiet woodland away from the rest8 ,never a hillside or valley forgotten2 ,no little corner unkist by the ,spring2 ,each little bush has been touched and awakened1 ,each little robin is trying to sing4 ,in through the depths of the woodland she's stealing1 ,seeking and finding each little live thing1 ,waiting so surely the thrill of her coming-- ,joy universal--the ,coming of ,spring6 ,illustration3 8,springtime ,again60 ,from the ,fulness of the ,heart by ,william ,j4 ,lampton4 ,good ,god1 ,what is our living8 ,what is our thought and deed8 ,have we1 professed believers1 ,no substance for our creed8 ,belief is ours1 and mighty1 ,they tell us1 faith is1 yet ,the things we seem to live for ,have made us all forget4 ,and love of wealth and station ,shines bright above the goal ,that we have set for gaining ,at sacrifice of soul4 ,oh1 ,god1 ,how vast the distance ,between the earth and sky1 ,between man and his ,maker ,is measured by that cry6 ,the hollow vault of silence ,rounds o'er us and we stare ,up through the depths and wonder ,if echo answers prayer4 ,so far as ,strength from ,weakness1 ,so far is ,day from ,night2 ,faith stumbles in its groping ,through ,darkness toward the ,light4 ,by ,god ,we shall do better2 ,be better1 we must rise ,above the low horizon ,of selfish enterprise2 ,be men and women1 truly1 ,as we were made to be1 ,with souls for high ideals ,and hearts of bravery ,to lead us to the summits ,above the sordid strife ,that make mankind forgetful ,of what is best in life3 ,to lead us to the summits ,of spirit and of mind1 ,where man1 close to his ,maker1 ,comes closer to his kind4 ,the ,wanderer by ,francesca di ,maria ,spaulding4 ,illustration by ,henry ,raleigh4 ,he comes from a country where setting sun ,proclaims that the day and its work are done2 ,where moon and stars shed the only light ,on trails that are hushed and dim by night4 ,he wanders alone in the crowded town ,where skies are forgotten when night comes down1 ,where torches alight in traffic's name ,may broider the streets with threads of flame1 ,may blazon the walls in strange designs1 ,may rive the darkness with flashing signs1 ,but quench the beam from each torch in the sky ,as well as the soul of each passer-by4 ,aweary at heart of the careless throng ,he drifted and reveled with all too long2 ,he yearns for the stillness of field and hill1 ,for the melodic sound of a wild bird's trill1 ,for the infinite heights of starry skies1 ,when the moon makes the world seem paradise4 ,but he ne'er returns1 and up and down ,he wanders--alone--in the crowded town4 ,illustration3 8,he yearns for the stillness of field and hill1 ,for the melodic sound of a wild bird's trill40 ,the ,answered ,call by ,george ,elliott ,cooley4 ,star-dust awhirl in a vortex1 ,the infinite moving through all2 ,called to the soul of the atoms2 ,and the ,pleiades answered the call6 ,thus on the earth when our souls thrill1 ,we gather in groups at the call2 ,it's yearning for love that impels us1 ,it's the ,infinite moving through all4 99 99 99 99 99 ,,true ,,transmutation ,in this world there are people scrambling for coin2 ,there are others1 we know1 who are seeking for fame4 ,all will-o'-the-wispers seem eager to join ,in this harassing1 harrowing1 hectoring game4 ,but missing ,dame ,fortune1 they sit down and moan1 ,and oft grumble because through their fingers she flits3 ,they should dig for the tramp's philosopher's stone3 8,i can't git what ,i wants1 so ,i take what ,i gits40 ,illustration3 ,drawn by ,charles ,w4 ,kahles4 ,the ,annual ,dinner4 ,hallroumania1 or ,the ,boarderland by ,irvin ,s4 ,cobb4 ,illustration by ,o4 ,cesare4 ,the ,boarderland is a drear domain bounded on the north by top-floor bedrooms1 lying above the frost-line1 because the steam register always gets discouraged and quits one story below4 ,it is bounded on the south by basement dining-rooms1 where it is night six months a year and just before daylight the rest of the time2 on the east by an entrance hall agreeably perfumed with the combined aroma of kerosene1 mother-of-onion1 veteran linoleum and the stuffing in the red-plush sofa1 and on the west by a parlor nine feet wide and thirty-two feet long1 with one window in it and a doctor's sign in the window4 ,the doctor's private office lies just back of the parlor1 so the parlor smells mildewed when the connecting door is closed and iodoformed when it's open4 ,boarders1 as the natives of this land are commonly called1 are never allowed in the parlor except once1 that occasion being when they first apply for board4 ,thereafter they entertain their company on the front stoop in the summer and on the telephone in the winter4 ,winter company is the more expensive4 ,illustration3 8,thereafter they entertain their company on the front stoop40 ,the ruling classes of ,hallroumania are known as ,landladies and may be classed generally into the following subdivisions3 ,landladies who belong to ,old ,southern ,families and formerly rode in ,their ,own ,carriages1 but suffered ,heavy ,financial ,reverses through the ,cruel ,war brought on ,by ,your ,mister ,lincoln2 ,landladies who never married and don't regret it2 ,landladies who did marry and frequently regret it2 ,landladies who have no use for husbands1 and ,landladies who have husbands and use them to take the dog out4 ,the inhabitants are indeed a weird race1 including unrecognized geniuses1 earnest hopers1 chronic grouches1 back files and innocent bystanders2 also single gentlemen who are believed to have had what is known as ,a ,,past1 and who are suspected of leading the dissipated life because they come in of an evening with the odor of rum and ,business ,men's ,lunch on their breath2 also young women of undoubted dramatic power1 who won the first prize for elocution at the ,rome ,centre ,school of ,expression and came on two winters ago to put ,julia ,marlowe out of the business1 but are being kept back temporarily owing to a jealous compact on the part of the theatrical syndicate2 also other young women who think they are entitled to bird-like notes because they had the thrush once1 and were sent here at heavy expense by fond parents who imagine ,new ,york as a place full of talented voice-plumbers who know how to weld ,nellie ,melba pipes on a ,ruth ,ann larynx2 also single ladies who spend part of the time drying handkerchiefs on the window-panes and doing light laundry work in a toothbrush-mug1 and the rest of the time making life brighter and sweeter for a pug dog with the asthma4 ,also dashing gents connected with leading brokerage offices downtown1 who wear priceless marquise rings on the little finger of the right hand1 and go secretly away at night owing for two weeks2 also persons of both sexes who have been misunderstood by the world and crave ,a ,little ,sympathy--that is all2 also ladies who are constantly on the verge of moving to a perfectly delightful place up in ,ninety-third ,street because a fur-bearing foreigner has opened a ,pants-,pressery next door and the neighborhood is rapidly losing its tone2 also1 just plain boarders4 ,a boarder is often likened to a worm4 ,and this is a proper comparison if it is a tapeworm that is meant1 because a tapeworm always knows in advance what it is going to have for dinner1 and so does a boarder4 ,for instance1 he knows that on ,monday night he will have a ,new ,england boiled dinner that tastes like the family wash on ,friday night1 one gill and part of the dorsal fin of a boiled fish1 and on ,sunday evening that nourishing repast known as cold ,sunday-night tea4 ,this cold tea is probably the most noted of the established institutions of ,hallroumania1 being constituted as follows3 ,a dank cold platter1 veneered at rare intervals with specimens of the ,old ,red ,corned-,beef ,period of ,geology1 cut to the generous thickness of gold leaf2 a peculiar variety of potato-salad1 in a free state of perspiration and garnished at intervals with slices of pickled beets1 like a few red chips strewn on the kitty2 four small squares of petrified pastry 7not suitable for food1 but could be given to hardy children to cut their teeth on72 a prune-floater1 bloated up and nine days drowned in its own juice2 a cup of ostensible tea4 ,the common recreations of ,the ,boarderland are rushing the washstand-duck in a dress-suit case2 wondering how the other boarders can afford the clothes they wear2 progressive knocking and raising scandals from the slip4 ,the prevalent disease is ,furnished ,rheumatism1 brought on by living in a single-breasted apartment1 and is marked by a cramped1 choking sensation1 the symptoms being almost identical with those of ,harlem ,flatulency4 ,illustration3 ,drawn by ,henry ,reuterdahl4 8,,the ,,fight ,,of ,,to-,,morrow0 ,from a painting on the wardroom bulkhead of the ,battleship 8,new ,jersey40 ,les ,yeux by ,jeffie ,forbush-,hanaford4 ,illustration by ,thomas ,fogarty4 ,first ,i loved two eyes of black-- ,two fascinating eyes of black6 ,they glanced at me and won my heart ,till of my life they seemed a part1 ,and ,i their willing captive2 ,but black eyes can so treacherous be1 ,that even while they smiled1 you see ,they tried to break the heart of me4 ,then ,i loved two eyes of gray-- ,two limpid eyes of gray6 8,love60--cruel word--,i smile in scorn2 ,soon ,i was left alone1 forlorn1 ,for when ,i told my love's deep passion ,gray eyes smiled in careless fashion-- ,no love for me they ever knew1 ,so ,i left them for two eyes of blue4 ,illustration3 8,gray eyes smiled in careless fashion40 ,two eyes of sunny1 heavenly blue-- ,two beautiful eyes of blue6 ,they gave me a tender glance so sweet1 ,i felt my happiness was complete ,and their light was warm and true2 ,but when at last my mistake ,i found1 ,i fell in love with eyes of brown-- ,two glorious eyes of brown4 ,bright eyes6 ,brown eyes of beauty rare1 ,no other eyes with you compare6 ,glancing from under lids drooped down1 ,sparkling eyes of dusky brown4 ,can ,i but win you1 ,i'll ask no more3 ,all my life ,i'll worship--adore2 ,live for you1 work for you--always content-- ,if only1 dear brown eyes1 you'll consent6 ,illustration3 ,drawn by ,alexander ,popini4 8,the ,pleiades ,girl40 ,her and ,me by ,paul ,west4 ,her locks were the glow ,of a dollar or so1 ,her height it was few if not less2 ,her eyes were as gray ,as the end of the play1 ,and she wore1 so they told me1 a dress4 ,so ,i said1 as ,i came1 8,if you'll whisper your name ,i'll reply1 though ,i'm tempted to laugh40 ,but she said1 8,let me see-- ,more and ,f equals three1 ,which1 when added1 is him and a half40 8,are you certain80 ,i cried1 ,as ,i breasted the tide4 8,if ,i do10 she insisted1 8say no40 ,whereupon with a frown ,i invited them down1 ,for it never grows well in the snow4 ,there were more1 ,i've no doubt1 ,but ,i never found out1 ,for the cook sent the grocer away2 ,but ,i cannot forget ,that she wrote1 8,do not fret10 ,though her uncle advised me to pay4 ,so ,i sit all alone1 ,writing things on a stone ,with a pen dipped in beeswax and lard2 ,which ,i know ,i shall be ,when she comes back to me1 ,though at present it's dreadfully hard4 ,illustration3 ,drawn by ,f4 ,b4 ,masters4 ,the ,verdict by ,charlotte ,b4 ,scott4 ,illustration by ,karl ,hassmann4 ,what is most important8 ,the rich man says1 8,wealth60 ,the sick man cries feebly1 8,ah1 no6 it is #8,health6'0 ,inventor and poet contend it is 8,fame02 ,the worldly want 8,titles0 prefixed to their name4 ,the preacher chants solemnly1 8,it is the #8,soul6'0 ,ambition says1 8,power and ,place0 is man's goal2 8',tis #8,pleasure' we seek60 laughs the crown-sceptre throng1 8,the world to amuse us--,wine1 ,woman and ,song60 ,what is most important8 8',tis #8,love6'0 cries the lover2 8,no60 frowns the physician1 8',tis but to discover ,some polysyllabical lotion for ,pain-- ,new ways to cheat ,death and new ,honors to gain60 8,all false60 claims the scientist1 8,pain may be drowned1 ,love1 ,pleasure1 ,fame1 missed1 but the #8,truth' must be found60 ,l',,envoi4 ,since no one can tell you ,what ,is nor the ,whys-- ,since even the scientists but theorize1 ,then1 truly1 the thing most important to do ,is the thing most important and pleasing to you4 ,illustration3 8,ambition says1 #8,power and ,place' is man's goal40 ,affaire d',amour by ,harry ,johnson4 ,illustration by ,e4 ,h4 ,miner4 ,three-pointed crescent--laughter-loving moon1 ,thou ,regent of the ,pleiadesian skies1 ,i'll mock thee if thy waning comes too soon1 ,yet toast thy beauty ere its glory dies4 ,this ,night bewitched me1 and the friendly throng ,was sharper1 clearer1 with its merry jest4 ,like one inspired1 ,i rippled into song1 ,feeling love's loveliness was love's behest4 ,all hearts responded2--still the echoes ring ,in jolly welcome to my joyous song2 ,oh1 human harp6 ,if love but touch the string1 ,adieu to discord1 dissonance and wrong6 ,nay1 one was mute--one only2 but his eyes1 ,brimmed to the lashes with sweet1 wistful tears-- ,so1 lovely crescent1 as thy beauty dies1 ,i quaff to thee1 to him--the cup that cheers4 ,illustration3 8,three-pointed crescent--laughter-loving moon1 ,thou ,regent of the ,pleiadesian skies1 ,i'll mock thee if thy waning comes too soon1 ,yet toast thy beauty ere its glory dies40 ,illustration3 ,from the ,pleiades ,club ,autograph ,album ,illustration3 ,,walter ,g ,,muirheid ,g4 ,,warren ,,landon ,b4 ,,elkan ,,hacker ,,stephen ,,yates ,,james ,k ,,atkinson ,,dixie ,,hines ,,carter ,s4 ,,cole ,,edward ,f4 ,,foley ,,robt4 ,s ,,ament ,,chas ,,roy ,,bowers ,,stephen ,l ,,spencer ,p4 ,a4 ,,hatting ,,ed4 ,a4 ,,cowley ,,ralph ,l4 ,,scott ,,paul ,,dufault ,pleiades ,club ,officers1 #aiji-aiaj4 ,illustration3 ,from the ,pleiades ,club ,autograph ,album ,autographs ,illustration3 ,printed and ,bound by ,the ,reliance ,printing ,co4 ,new ,york ,n4 ,y4 ,book ,designed by ,r4 ,s4 ,ament ,,transcriber',s ,,note ,original spelling and grammar have been generally retained1 with some exceptions noted below4 ,original small caps are now uppercase4 ,italics look like this4 ,the transcriber produced the cover image by slightly altering the original1 and hereby assigns it to the public domain4 ,illustrations1 other than large initial drop-caps1 have been moved from within paragraphs of text to nearby locations between paragraphs4 ,drop-caps are not marked in the simple text edition1 but are illustrated in the html_/epub_/mobi editions of this transcription4 ,for this purpose1 ,i have treated stanzas of poetry like paragraphs of text4 ,original page images are available from archive4org--search for 8pleiadesclubyear#jjplei04 ,the ,list of ,contributors mentions a ,w4 ,krieghof1 but the poem ,a ,,toast was said to be illustrated by ,krieghoff1 and that is also the signature on the illustration4 ,the ,tale of the ,store ,girl was illustrated by 8,adrian ,machefert01 but the ,list of ,contributors mentions an 8,adrien ,machefert04 ,a ,song was written by 8,philip ,verrill ,mighels01 but the ,list of ,contributors has it 8,phillip ,verrill ,mighels04 ,the ,old1 ,old ,prayer was supposedly written by 8,john ,w4 ,postgate01 but the ,list of ,contributors mentions only 8,j4 ,w4 ,postgare04 ,in the sixth paragraph of ,waiting61 a new right double quotation mark was inserted after #8,but ,i'll phone you some time during the week4'4 ,at the bottom of the poem ,at the ,pleiades by ,maurice ,v4 ,samuels1 there was in our copy of the book what appears to be a hand-written signature of ,maurice ,samuels4 ,this is retained 7as an image7 in this transcription1 although we don't know whether it was present in only one1 a few1 or all printed copies of this book4 ,likewise for what appears to be the signature of ,francesca di ,maria ,spaulding1 following her poem1 ,the ,wanderer4 ,near the end of the book there were five pages dedicated to ,autographs of club members1 two of which were blank1 followed by a blank page1 followed by a sort of collophon with an emblem and the name of the publishing company1 followed by more blank pages4 ,the autographs are retained1 although we don't know whether they were present in one or all printed copies of the book4 ,the blank pages have been ignored in this transcription4