Most folks are stupid and very few true, What’s the use? If the evenings are purple, next mornings are blue,— What’s the use? If mentally strong you are morally weak, And you never attain what you most fondly seek; You choose a companion and find him a freak,— What’s the use? The good are as bad as the wicked are pure,— What’s the use? The famous unhealthy, the saintly obscure,— What’s the use? And when you have passed through the dark vale of tears, And St. Peter enjoins you to cast off your fears, You’ve got to sing hymns for some six million years,— What’s the use? AN INTERESTING PLOT. The rumored threat of President Castro of Venezuela to overrun and lay waste this fair land of ours is not creating the popular interest that such a dread announcement might be supposed to arouse. Possibly public sentiment is not entirely convinced that His Presidency would act the bully merely because it is in his power to do so. So far only a single element has exhibited jingo propensities, but there is no telling how far it may go to embroil the nation in a sanguinary entanglement that could have but one possible termination. The lone disturbing element in question consists of a party of intrepid soldiers-of-fortune fictionists, comic opera librettists, pure humorists and promotors of high-class vaudeville who are keen to feel the possibilities of so much rich material being imported to their very doors. Richard Harding Davis is reported to be mobilizing a bunch of bold buccaneers, ably assisted by Mr. Dooley, George Ade, Dinkelspiel, O. Henry and other intrepid spirits, to meet the incoming hosts and apply for syndicate privileges. That the situation demands finesse and diplomacy, however, is obvious, for all would be lost should some irreverent band of roving cowboys round up and rope the outfit before they could get at it, or should some thoughtless and lacking-in-humor police squad run amuck and confine the layout in some local bastile. The amusement loving public might be expected to at least stand between this patriotic movement and such a dread contingency.