"Horrible Discords—Dire was the Noit Does Mother know just where Father was going, and where he will eventually disembark? Has she the necessary coppers to board the next tram? Will he wait for her at the next station, or at least the next fare-section?' All these and By Buszauerut Prova, "ALLI want Is a little peace and quiet," says the Modest A: Knowing that his request more more easily attended to were hho to phrase a demand for wealth untold, scintillating brilliance, or all the virtues of the Perfect Man, Ponce and quiet in Shanghai that is. We understand that there still remain peaceful nooks elsewhere, "Along the Potomac," for example Or there is always rural quiet, eclebrated too onthusastically. by the poets who som to forget the little ipping birds that wake us up at dawn. Then there are the hallowed quiets of the past, proving all too lly that being quiet is rapidly coming, one of the lost arts.
The average. Sha allies keenly the truth of Byron's effort to protorve himself from being one fouled to ancient "quietness" as "AXE." puts it. No, Jot us have the honking motor horn, the tooting whistle, the blaring band, the loud-voleed clock, the unceasing chatter of the Chinese, the incessant quip sally of our friends, and the sacophony of jazz. Quictnoss shanghai is synonymous with dullness, and so much to be shunned that' an acquaintance of mine says she always saves her bits of news, whatever they may be, to be announced in public, so that the world at largo shall infer that she is a successful conversationalist, our sympathetic interest to auch an extent that we miss our own tram., Ah me, what an motional strain' ite to' wavel by tram!
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