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

Ann Luther. Her friends dragged her in the gutter. (P. 22.)

Cohens and Murphys and Joneses and Smiths asking questions and gaping. (P. 28.)

A bashed nose, a greasy Orchid Man. (P. 30.)

A cold round moon. It sickened, sank. (P. 27.)

"A little round person." (P. 15.)

John Silver, Pew, Billy Bones. (P. 14.)

Weather-worn hulks lying in profitless decay. (P. 5.)

Rabelaisian tales from a Pole in priest's clothing. (P. 9.)

Motorists who drain good oil out of their crank cases. (P. 20.)

"Unpunished agents of corruption who have written the blackest page in the history of our Government." (P. 2.)

Lowly and, be it said, dirty Levan tines. (P. 11.)

Shameless ones who paraded Moscow streets. (P. 11.)

Publisher-Priest Macfadden's lat est contribution. (P. 22.)

A carpenter who drank to excess, lost his job. (P. 10.)

A clown without cleverness, an endless delight to the humorous section of the press gallery. (P. 6.)

Ex-Premier George, finger in mouth. (P. 8.)

"As disheartening an episode as drama lovers have suffered this sea son." (P. 16.)

Lilies that fester. (P. 13.)