"What has become of Mary MacLane?" asks a reader. We don't know, at this
moment, but we remember--what is more important--a jingle by the late
lamented Roz Field:
"She dwelt beside the untrodden ways,
Among the hills of Butte,
A maid whom no one cared to love,
And no one dared to shoot."
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The Montmartre crowd had a ticket in the Paris municipal election. The
design on the carte d'electeur was a windmill, with the legend below,
"Bien vivre et ne rien faire." This would do nicely for our city hall
push.
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Is there another person in this wicked world quite so virtuous as a
chief of police on the day that he takes office?
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