HELP! L'PRINCESS
There is a tall and violent gentleman who has been pipping about my desk too often of late for comfort. He insists on being introduced to Princesse Dorothy and he doesn't believe that this end of the show is just as much a blank as he. He's to doggone big--Oh! Dorothy!

THESE LITERARY GENTS
Before art cometh food! Then cometh Atropos!
Anyway--
'S purty tough. Our guiding intellectual light must have his sandwich before he designs to grace our virgin columns with his fecund outpourings. It's not cricket. It really isn't done. A bit of cheese, a stout wedge of black bread, all washed down by foamy ale is quite a bit of all right. Such things are vouched for by the ancients, but, a Made-Right Sandwich is totally beyond the pale and this dilapidated and somewhat mangy Tiger enters a protest. What can you expect of a man that sleeps on his face?

"After all--the football season is not yet over."