Baltimore Evening Sun (5 June 1911): 6.

THE FREE LANCE

A brief history (that is to say, as brief as possible) of the plan for turning Jones’ falls into a boulevard:

1905.

1906.

1907.

1909.

1910.

1911.


Here history ceases and we must turn to prophecy. Let us venture modestly:

1913.

1914.

1915.

1917.

1918.

1919.

1920.


On January 1, 1910, the people of Buenos Ayres, the capital of the Argentina Republic, decided to construct a fine plaza in the heart of their city. The area to be covered was more than 75,000 square yards, and the land expropriated was worth more than $5,000,000. By March 1 every parcel had been condemned and the buildings had been removed. By May 25 the plaza was thrown open—with spouting fountains, gay flower beds, lawn of several acres and fourscore palm trees 60 feet in height! So much for the land of manana!


The typhoid death roll in good old Baltimore since 1890:

1890. . . . .247 1900. . . . .189
1891. . . . .150 1901. . . . .141
1892. . . . .193 1902. . . . .220
1893. . . . .224 1903. . . . .189
1894. . . . .222 1904. . . . .199
1895. . . . .173 1905. . . . .197
1896. . . . .188 1906. . . . .183
1897. . . . .189 1907. . . . .230
1898. . . . .189 1908. . . . .180
1899. . . . .153 1909. . . . .136
1910. . . . .235    


In brief, 4,087 deaths in 21 years, or an average of 192 a year. Lest we forget!


The New York Sun’s ungallant characterization of politicians:

The most conventional and barren pated folks in the world.


In the town of Swainsboro, Georgia, not long ago, a crowd of prominent citizens luyched an Afro-American ecclesiastic. The local paper, in describing the ceremony, referred to the crowd as a mob. Since then it has been filled with protests from old subscribers. What! A mob in Swainsboro? Oh, slander! Oh sinful! What will the world think? What is to be said of a newspaper which so libels the honest, law-abiding folk of his town?

Evidently Swainsboro, too, has its share of the soft-pedalers who curse Baltimore. Evidently there flourishes, in Georgia as well as in Maryland, the doctrine that the best way to correct an evil is to deny that its exists. Don’t knock: boost! Away with muckrakers and muck makers! Let us all sing hallelujah!


A motto for the Brothers of the Soft Pedal:

Don’t knock!—bust!


From best-sellers and the poetry of the Atlantic Monthly school, from women who say “What do you think of Ibsen?” and men who say “What’ll you have?” from barbers who remove the epidermis with the beard and neighbors who keep chickens, from Fletcherism, platonic love and granulated smoking tobacco, from George Bernard Shaw, neuralgia and the uplift magazines—kind fates, deliver us!


Also, from those who, in writing of Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche, spell his name Nietsche, Neitzshe, Nitse, Nitzky, Nietzshy or Nitzsckie, and from those who, in speaking of him, pronounce it Nisshy, Nitsky, Nitsy or Neatsy.


An anti-vaccinationist is one who, on devoting 10 minutes to a pamphlet filled with facts that are not true, becomes competent to teach medicine to Dr. Welch.


More contributions to the pronouncing dictionary of foreign words and phrases adopted into English:

Fiance (Fr.) Fie-ance
Esprit de Corps (Fr.) Ee-sprit de corpse
Faux pas (Fr.) Fawks pass
Fete (Fr.) Feet
Nom de plume (Fr.) nom de ploom


The street-car platform bill of lading, Baltimore, May 31, 1911:


What has become, by the way, of Arlie Latham? Of Oo-bare Latham? Of Mrs. Lease? Of Gen. Carl Browne? Of George Fred Williams? Of Castro? Of the Mad Mullah? Of “Affinity” Earle? Of Charles Warren Fairbanks? Alas! the old stock company is disbanded. New tragedians stalk the boards. New comiques disport. New faces grin down upon us.