Having perused well the chronicle f the week, the Vigilant Patriot views with alarm:

A canvas displaying little more than coarse sensuality. (P. 13.)

Gusty belchings of a Bolshevik gabbler." (P. 11.)

A Frankfurter sausage containing a little powdered glass, a few cholera germs. (P. 10.)

A Prince, kicked, scratched, poked, spat upon. (P. 9.)

"A feminine Walt Whitman," transformed at 23 into a recluse. (P. 14.)

A collection of hireling hoydens from the chorus. (P. 15.)

Hands of the dead "reaching forth to draw the living into the grave." (P. 20.)

A Chicago midwife. (P. 20.)

Rain in bucketfuls, wind in gusts. (P. 9.)

"Quite the silliest play of the season." (P. 15.)

A man who "violated the statutes 2,500 times." (P. 6.)

Dame Europa floundering in a swamp. (P. 9.)

The tramp, tramp, tramp of thousands of feet. (P. 12.)

The effect of the sprouting season on females, both old and young. (P. 4.)

Resolutions of confidence in a convicted criminal. (P. 18.)

Gilbert Seldes, snarling and sneering in print. (P. 15.)

Arthur Townley-- he was horizontal. (P. 24.)

Women-- white, saffron, cafe-au-lait. (P. 5.)

An air of defeat, a sad expression. (P. 20.)