Occasionally I play the game of Adam. The game is this. You enter columns with no clothing, knowledge, ete, but then you buy, do, learn everything they want you to. You imagine yourself complying witl all the wishes expressed in the advertisements in one number of the paper.
There may be a shirtmaker that offers you dernier cri shirts, made to measure and you buy one. You buy a suit, gloves, a top hat, shoes, en umbrella, a tie, a wallet, but in ihe same order as they appear in the ads. You may own a castle, a yacht, ten Persian carpets, an electric iron, a ladder, a sewing machine, a perambulator and a refrigerator—and have cool toes not having found any socks yet It may be an embarrassing game sometimes, but it is truly exciting. When you leave the advertisements which you had entered innocent like a newly-born baby you know all the Innguages of the world, handwriting, photography, dancing, typing, bookkeeping, shorthand, Bridge, painting, drawing, piano, celestial navigation end stuttering—well, I mean, how t to stutter. And also "rendering of movie hits and. operetta songs. coached by well-known competent European composer"
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.