Fill it up and then away— How can stupid mortals know All the gladness of our play— Where the dew wet odours blow, Round and round and round we go! THE BUM (spinning near). This is glorious! Gee! FIRST EGYPTIAN (unconscious of anything save the charm of the rhythm). Sweet vibrations these. But not our ancient harmonies. In our time they were different. SECOND EGYPTIAN. Our day! Our day! Endless memories of days. Oh, for an hour of sealed illusion! THE BOY LOVER. Isn’t it perfect! THE GIRL. Divine! It’s like a dream and I want to cry. THE THIRD EGYPTIAN. The harmony! The harmony! (He points_ _to the boy and girl. The three approach and stand before the lovers, viewing them with envious eyes). In ancient Egypt—on the banks of the Nile—how keen was this thrill of existence. How much greater is their reality than ours. And all because of their faith in it. (The minister and the monk approach). THE ORGANIST (finishing with a flourish). Well, there’s the end of my work tonight. (He closes various stops, begins to gather up his music and turn out the lights. The dryads and nymphs flood out of the windows, followed by the fawns, the hags, and the wastrels. The green-eyed bum starts to go, but pauses, looking back wistfully. The Egyptians, fading from their presence as such, appear only as pale flames of blue). MRS. STILLWATER. Now that was lovely, wasn’t it? MRS. PENCE. Charming, very charming! THE BOY. Don’t you love Wagner? THE GIRL. I do! I do! (In the shadows they embrace and kiss). THE ORGANIST (wearily as he bustles down the stairs). Why should I play any more for four people? It is nine o’clock. A half hour is enough. At least I can find a little comfort at the Crystal Garden. (He thinks of an immense beer place, and shrugs his shoulders the while. The old doorman, hearing him go out, prepares to put out the lights). MRS. STILLWATER (rising). I do believe it’s over. MRS. PENCE. Well, there are so few you can scarcely blame him. THE BUM (gloomily). Now I gotta find somepin’ else. THE CHURCH CAT (prowling toward the organ loft in the dark of the closed church). Now for one more try at that mouse. FINIS. Editorials and Announcement _Powys at the Hebrew Institute_ On page 43 there is announcement of a series of lectures by John Cowper Powys. I can hear him now on the philosophical basis of democracy: “My dear friends, the philosophical basis of democracy is individualism”! As to the Nietzsche and Dostoevsky lecture, you may count upon it being one of the memorable occasions of your life. _The Foreigner in America_ Mary Antin is talking all through the country of the wonderful things America does for the foreigner. These things are not true.