Judge — October 8, 1921 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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Name Address © J-10-8-21 The Mystery of the Great Bootlegacy By BENJAMIN DE CASSERES Mousing Around AMBLING! that is the secret R of getting two quarts of fun out of the peck measure that we call life. Who rambles any longer? We all start out nowaday from a given point and land at another given point. But who ever walks, reads or thinks and doesn’t care a Congress- man where he is going? If you ramble without aim you will finally be jugged as a hobo. If you think without system you are hare-brained. If you read everything, you are a highbrow or a “nut.” Havelock Ellis has trawled through life. In the vast net of his mind there sparkle the strangest fish and the most curiously colored sunbeams and moonbeams, and even big chunks of rainbow. I have been lazily adventuring with him through his latest book (“Impressions and Comments: Sec- ond Series;” Houghton, Mifflin & Co.). A ramble everywhere in the universe with my hand in the hand of a giant. I have found how the Ecuadoreans of a hundred thousand years ago filled their teeth with gold and had bridge-work dentists; he convinced me that the English love personal liberty beyond all other peoples; I have poked in and out of Ravenna, Malta and Tchaikovsky; I found indolence to be a virtue and that the world is only the Devil’s cir- cus; that only the artist knows how to be unfaithful and happy; that the mosquito is the symbol of the female of the species; that the decline of the birth rate is of no importance—it only means a decline in the number of fools. A real pagan, sampling every- thing, denying nothing, with infinite humor—not grin—Havelock Ellis will take you a-rambling which will com- pensate you for the lost cocktail. O. D. M. ALKING of rambling — well, there’s Don Marquis, lovingly known among his old brass-rail mates of the ante-Volstead era as 0.D.M.— Old Don Marquis; probably because 34 he has the gift of eternal youth. In those days a man was never older than his capacity. Well, never mind; why talk of the Age of Liberty! We are all around the grand old lady’s bier, which is the only bier that no lawmaker can degrade in its mule- kick. Anyhow, about rambling. Don ram- bles among many things—epigrams, poems and things. But once in a while he quits old Abe Baermann and the Kelly pool sharps, hires a bungalow up in Maine and knocks out a dozen short stories between moose mousing. One day when it was raining and not an epigram would nibble at the pen he collected all his short stories into a volume. called ’em “Carter and Other People” (D. Appleton & Co.) and flung them forth on a_ hurrying, flurrying, worrying world. These stories have all the Mar- quisian touch—odd, humorous, dif- ferent. There is one story in the book—‘Old Man Murtrie”’—that Don had a fierce time getting over on the editors. Jack London years ago wrote me how he fought in his B.V.D.’s with his publisher to retain the title of his book, “God’s Fool.” But Jack soon had his pub. down giv- ing him the count. At “ten” the pub. was still stiff on the floor, and the book went forth. So, too, the story of “Old Man Murtrie,” the Brooklyn dope seller, and how God and the Devil argued over his soul is right here in print. It’s only part of the feast. If you don’t know Don Marquis, here’s your chance to get acquainted with one of the few writers in America that you ought to go ’round bragging about. Without Doubt Magistrate—You are accused of robbing this man. What plea do you enter? Thief (grimly)—Insanity. Magistrate (roaring)—TInsanity? Thief—Yes. I read in the news- paper account of it that he had fifty dollars in a pocket I overlooked. POPS AF WHETTeA GRRRY, wre