"I did you happen to advance this fellow?" I asked his boss. "Well," he explained. "I noticed that when the day shift went off duly, this man stayed on the job until he had talked over the day's problems with his successor. That's why!" The man who falls to give fair service during the hours for which he is paid is dishonest. The man who is not willing to give more than this is foolish."

Sonnet? Poet? I'm not blaming. Democracy! Ungrateful child of parents scorned. Careless of precedent, and reverenting none? A graceless entity--a giant unadorned with wise discretion. Where is thy reason gone? Freedom thou hast in only name, for the shackles of Tradition soon are cast. The brotherhood of man is poorer so? The fetters of Commercialism bind us fast. Mast thou not slain the gentle Chivalry? And set the Demagogue, upon the statesman's sent? Dost thou not ape a King in purse proud rivalry, and jeer at Art a beggar in the street? A lusty child of destiny, thou wert too late? Seek soon the oracle, of History ero too late!

Clifton Fontaine. Charlottesville, Va., 1909. 