WHY I DON'T WRITE PLAYS.

(_FROM THE COMMON-PLACE BOOK OF A NOVELIST._)

Because it is so much pleasanter to read one's work than to hear it on

the Stage.

Because Publishers are far more amiable to deal with than

Actor-Managers.

Because "behind the scenes" is such a disappointing place--except in

Novels.

Because why waste three weeks on writing a Play, when it takes only

three years to compose a Novel?

Because Critics who send articles to Magazines inviting one to

contribute to the Stage, have no right to dictate to us.

Because a fairly successful Novel means five hundred pounds, and a

fairly successful Play yields as many thousands--why be influenced by

mercenary motives?

Because all Novelists hire their pens in advance for years, and have

no time left for outside labour.

And last, and (perhaps) not least, Why don't I send in a Play? Because

I _have_ tried to write _one_, and find I can't quite manage it!

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According to recent accounts, the attitude of the Salvation Army in

Canada may be fairly described as "Revolting."

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[Illustration: EQUIVOCAL.

_Rising Young Physician_ (_who cured so many Patients in last year's

Epidemic_). "NOT MUCH CHANCE OF MORE INFLUENZA IN ENGLAND _THIS_

WINTER, I FANCY!"

_His Wife._ "LET US HOPE FOR THE BEST, DEAREST!"]

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