Take any life you choose and study it. Take Edgar Lee Masters': He is a lawyer and a poet; Or perhaps it is best to call him A lawyer-poet, Or a poet who was never much at law, Or t'other way around if you prefer. Whichever way 'tis put, the fact remains He wrote a poem that now sells For fifty cents plus four beans. Think of it! Four dollars and fifty cents, Or, if you prefer, $4.50. And Elenor Murray did not have a cent on her When they found her body on the banks Of the Squeehunk river. And the poem is out of stock at half the stores. And Villon starved and Keats, Keats-- Where am I? I don't know. Yseult Potts. * * * The headline, "U. S. to Seize Wet Doctors," has led many readers to wonder whether the government will get after the nurses next. * * * We have always been in sympathy with President Wilson's idea of democracy. He expressed it perfectly when he was president of Princeton. "Unless I have entire power," said he, "how can I make this a democratic college?" * * * The complete skeptic is skeptical about skepticism; and there is one day in the round of days, this one, when he may lay aside his glasses, faintly tinted blue, and put on instead, not the rose-colored specs of Dr. Pangloss, but a glass that blurs somewhat the outlines of men and things; and these he may wear until midnight. The only objects which this glass does not blur are children. Seen through blue, or rose, or white, children are always the same. They have not changed since Bethlehem. * * * A very good motto for any family is that which the Keiths of Scotland selected a-many years ago: "They say. What say they? Let them say." It might even do for the top of this Totem-Pole of Tooralay. * * * A frequent question since the war began is, "Why are there so many damn fools in the faculties of American universities?" Chancellor Williams of Wooster turns light on the mystery. Eminent educators who are also damn fools are hypermorons, who are intellectual but not truly intelligent. He says of these queer beings: "The hypermoron may laugh in imitation of others, but he has no original humor and very little original wit. The cause for this is that original wit and humor require unusual combinations of factors; but the very nature of the hypermoron is that he does not arrange and perceive such combinations. When the hypermoron does cause laughter from some speech or action, usually he resents it. But when a normal man unconsciously does or says something laughable, he himself shares in making sport of himself. Though at times amiable, the hypermoron invariably takes himself so seriously as in a long acquaintance to become tiresome." * * * THE ENRAPTURED SOCIETY EDITOR. [From the Charlotte, Ky., Chronicle.]