and “Jump! Jump, then!” And each little ass and poodle begins to beg and to jump, and there’s a rare game round about Liberty, zap, zap, zapperty-zap!

Do lower the carrot, gentle Liberty, and let us talk nicely and sensibly. I don’t like you as a carotaia, precious.

Talking about the moon, it is thrilling to read the announcements of Professor Pickering of Harvard, that it’s almost a dead cert that there’s life on our satellite. It is almost as certain that there’s life on the moon as it is certain there is life on Mars. The professor bases his assertions on photographs — hundreds of photographs — of a crater with a circumference of thirty-seven miles. I’m not satisfied. I demand to know the yards, feet and inches.