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The my deportment might be improved upon and past be relegated to the honor_seat alongside the forgot_ten mad and at the sepalere of the unknown swampper.

Americans of Italian persuasion seem trifle anxious to get ahold of their "language paper"_ a sign that Italy is is on the verge of entering war. Reasonably they are more interested in that than in the market quotation of artiehokes. Possibly only compensation in war is the schooling "dif.ficult readers" get in decifering war news.

The working class is centrifrgual, so as to say it, may be so bold; Unreceptive rather than expellant. Liver and onions has been banned, cornbeef and cabbage has the hex sign on it, spare ribs and sawrkrawt is verboten, even ham and eggs has fallen in evil ways and the worker is subsisting on orange_twice, tomato juice and a few flakes of folder and birdseeds. The calouses in his swallowing appartatus (esophagus) has peeled off and he has ulcerated stomach and arth-ritis_/ tremble just to think what would happen if he were to be attacked by an enemy-from-without that had been fed on goat milk and redhorse. Attack may be the better part of valor but, when you are on light diet, retreat is the best policy; Put your best foot forward and change them often.

When the restaurants give you a short cup of coffee do not think them of having unworthy ideas; that they fear you might spill some of it on the marble-top counter_ you know how your hand shakes_ and they would have to mop it up.

What they fear is that you might spill down your throat. As for that short cup you can make it swell up to the plimsol line by ladleing 18 tea-spoons of sugar into it and passing off few bright remarks to the gorgeous waitress. (She'll want to marry you on the spot for she sees you cant be outgeneraled.)