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

Drunkards, adulterers, bootleggers . . (Page 18, column 1.)

A crowd in Newark hooting and jeering. (P. 28, col. 3.)

Fire sweeping through a garage . . . (P. 6, col. 3.)

A crowd in St. Louis that jostled ladies, jumped upon seats. . . . (P. 30, col. 3.)

The innumerable, tragic, grey-faced cohorts of the doomed. (P. 22, col. 2.)

A slimily painted, bloated woman, with a slightly dirty-looking face and a rather nasty sensual expression. (P. 12, col. 2.)

A foppish little Marquis. (P. 8, col. 3.)

A lean face, whittled, leaner by anxiety. (P. 30, col. 3.)

A tangle of love, libertines and the pursuit of happiness. (P. 14, col. 2.)

A club grounded in a hazard behind a ball. (P. 6, col. 3.)

Hordes of his fellows bumbling through the night. (P. 23, col. 1.)

A hideous infected sore . . . a surgeon thrusting, digging. (P. 29, col. 1.)

An "innocent game" with an old false-toothed witch in her carriage." (P. 14, col. 1.)