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SABBATH, n. A weekly festival having its origin in the fact that God
made the world in six days and was arrested on the seventh. Among the
Jews observance of the day was enforced by a Commandment of which this
is the Christian version: "Remember the seventh day to make thy
neighbor keep it wholly." To the Creator it seemed fit and expedient
that the Sabbath should be the last day of the week, but the Early
Fathers of the Church held other views. So great is the sanctity of
the day that even where the Lord holds a doubtful and precarious
jurisdiction over those who go down to (and down into) the sea it is
reverently recognized, as is manifest in the following deep-water
version of the Fourth Commandment:

  Six days shalt thou labor and do all thou art able,

  And on the seventh holystone the deck and scrape the cable.

  Decks are no longer holystoned, but the cable still supplies the
captain with opportunity to attest a pious respect for the divine

SACERDOTALIST, n. One who holds the belief that a clergyman is a
priest. Denial of this momentous doctrine is the hardest challenge
that is now flung into the teeth of the Episcopalian church by the

SACRAMENT, n. A solemn religious ceremony to which several degrees of
authority and significance are attached. Rome has seven sacraments,
but the Protestant churches, being less prosperous, feel that they can
afford only two, and these of inferior sanctity. Some of the smaller
sects have no sacraments at all -- for which mean economy they will
indubitable be damned.

SACRED, adj. Dedicated to some religious purpose; having a divine
character; inspiring solemn thoughts or emotions; as, the Dalai Lama
of Thibet; the Moogum of M'bwango; the temple of Apes in Ceylon; the
Cow in India; the Crocodile, the Cat and the Onion of ancient Egypt;
the Mufti of Moosh; the hair of the dog that bit Noah, etc.

  All things are either sacred or profane.

  The former to ecclesiasts bring gain;

  The latter to the devil appertain.

Dumbo Omohundro

SANDLOTTER, n. A vertebrate mammal holding the political views of
Denis Kearney, a notorious demagogue of San Francisco, whose audiences
gathered in the open spaces (sandlots) of the town. True to the
traditions of his species, this leader of the proletariat was finally
bought off by his law-and-order enemies, living prosperously silent
and dying impenitently rich. But before his treason he imposed upon
California a constitution that was a confection of sin in a diction of
solecisms. The similarity between the words "sandlotter" and
"sansculotte" is problematically significant, but indubitably

SAFETY-CLUTCH, n. A mechanical device acting automatically to prevent
the fall of an elevator, or cage, in case of an accident to the
hoisting apparatus.

  Once I seen a human ruin

      In an elevator-well,

  And his members was bestrewin'

      All the place where he had fell.

  And I says, apostrophisin'

      That uncommon woful wreck:

  "Your position's so surprisin'

      That I tremble for your neck!"

  Then that ruin, smilin' sadly

      And impressive, up and spoke:

  "Well, I wouldn't tremble badly,

      For it's been a fortnight broke."

  Then, for further comprehension

      Of his attitude, he begs

  I will focus my attention

      On his various arms and legs --

  How they all are contumacious;

      Where they each, respective, lie;

  How one trotter proves ungracious,

      T'other one an alibi.

  These particulars is mentioned

      For to show his dismal state,

  Which I wasn't first intentioned

      To specifical relate.

  None is worser to be dreaded

      That I ever have heard tell

  Than the gent's who there was spreaded

      In that elevator-well.

  Now this tale is allegoric --

      It is figurative all,

  For the well is metaphoric

      And the feller didn't fall.

  I opine it isn't moral

      For a writer-man to cheat,

  And despise to wear a laurel

      As was gotten by deceit.

  For 'tis Politics intended

      By the elevator, mind,

  It will boost a person splendid

      If his talent is the kind.

  Col. Bryan had the talent

      (For the busted man is him)

  And it shot him up right gallant

      Till his head begun to swim.

  Then the rope it broke above him

      And he painful come to earth

  Where there's nobody to love him

      For his detrimented worth.

  Though he's livin' none would know him,

      Or at leastwise not as such.

  Moral of this woful poem:

      Frequent oil your safety-clutch.

Porfer Poog

SAINT, n. A dead sinner revised and edited.

  The Duchess of Orleans relates that the irreverent old
calumniator, Marshal Villeroi, who in his youth had known St. Francis
de Sales, said, on hearing him called saint: "I am delighted to hear
that Monsieur de Sales is a saint. He was fond of saying indelicate
things, and used to cheat at cards. In other respects he was a
perfect gentleman, though a fool."

SALACITY, n. A certain literary quality frequently observed in
popular novels, especially in those written by women and young girls,
who give it another name and think that in introducing it they are
occupying a neglected field of letters and reaping an overlooked
harvest. If they have the misfortune to live long enough they are
tormented with a desire to burn their sheaves.

SALAMANDER, n. Originally a reptile inhabiting fire; later, an
anthropomorphous immortal, but still a pyrophile. Salamanders are now
believed to be extinct, the last one of which we have an account
having been seen in Carcassonne by the Abbe Belloc, who exorcised it
with a bucket of holy water.

SARCOPHAGUS, n. Among the Greeks a coffin which being made of a
certain kind of carnivorous stone, had the peculiar property of
devouring the body placed in it. The sarcophagus known to modern
obsequiographers is commonly a product of the carpenter's art.

SATAN, n. One of the Creator's lamentable mistakes, repented in
sashcloth and axes. Being instated as an archangel, Satan made
himself multifariously objectionable and was finally expelled from
Heaven. Halfway in his descent he paused, bent his head in thought a
moment and at last went back. "There is one favor that I should like
to ask," said he.

  "Name it."

  "Man, I understand, is about to be created. He will need laws."

  "What, wretch! you his appointed adversary, charged from the dawn
of eternity with hatred of his soul -- you ask for the right to make
his laws?"

  "Pardon; what I have to ask is that he be permitted to make them

  It was so ordered.

SATIETY, n. The feeling that one has for the plate after he has eaten
its contents, madam.

SATIRE, n. An obsolete kind of literary composition in which the
vices and follies of the author's enemies were expounded with
imperfect tenderness. In this country satire never had more than a
sickly and uncertain existence, for the soul of it is wit, wherein we
are dolefully deficient, the humor that we mistake for it, like all
humor, being tolerant and sympathetic. Moreover, although Americans
are "endowed by their Creator" with abundant vice and folly, it is not
generally known that these are reprehensible qualities, wherefore the
satirist is popularly regarded as a soul-spirited knave, and his ever
victim's outcry for codefendants evokes a national assent.

  Hail Satire! be thy praises ever sung

  In the dead language of a mummy's tongue,

  For thou thyself art dead, and damned as well --

  Thy spirit (usefully employed) in Hell.

  Had it been such as consecrates the Bible

  Thou hadst not perished by the law of libel.

Barney Stims

SATYR, n. One of the few characters of the Grecian mythology accorded
recognition in the Hebrew. (Leviticus, xvii, 7.)  The satyr was at
first a member of the dissolute community acknowledging a loose
allegiance with Dionysius, but underwent many transformations and
improvements. Not infrequently he is confounded with the faun, a
later and decenter creation of the Romans, who was less like a man and
more like a goat.

SAUCE, n. The one infallible sign of civilization and enlightenment.
A people with no sauces has one thousand vices; a people with one
sauce has only nine hundred and ninety-nine. For every sauce invented
and accepted a vice is renounced and forgiven.

SAW, n. A trite popular saying, or proverb. (Figurative and
colloquial.)  So called because it makes its way into a wooden head.
Following are examples of old saws fitted with new teeth.

      A penny saved is a penny to squander.

      A man is known by the company that he organizes.

      A bad workman quarrels with the man who calls him that.

      A bird in the hand is worth what it will bring.

      Better late than before anybody has invited you.

      Example is better than following it.

      Half a loaf is better than a whole one if there is much else.

      Think twice before you speak to a friend in need.

      What is worth doing is worth the trouble of asking somebody to do it.

      Least said is soonest disavowed.

      He laughs best who laughs least.

      Speak of the Devil and he will hear about it.

      Of two evils choose to be the least.

      Strike while your employer has a big contract.

      Where there's a will there's a won't.

SCARABAEUS, n. The sacred beetle of the ancient Egyptians, allied to
our familiar "tumble-bug." It was supposed to symbolize immortality,
the fact that God knew why giving it its peculiar sanctity. Its habit
of incubating its eggs in a ball of ordure may also have commended it
to the favor of the priesthood, and may some day assure it an equal
reverence among ourselves. True, the American beetle is an inferior
beetle, but the American priest is an inferior priest.

SCARABEE, n. The same as scarabaeus.

              He fell by his own hand

                  Beneath the great oak tree.

              He'd traveled in a foreign land.

              He tried to make her understand

              The dance that's called the Saraband,

                  But he called it Scarabee.

  He had called it so through an afternoon,

      And she, the light of his harem if so might be,

      Had smiled and said naught. O the body was fair to see,

  All frosted there in the shine o' the moon --

                      Dead for a Scarabee

  And a recollection that came too late.

                          O Fate!

                  They buried him where he lay,

                  He sleeps awaiting the Day,

                          In state,

  And two Possible Puns, moon-eyed and wan,

  Gloom over the grave and then move on.

                      Dead for a Scarabee!

                                                     Fernando Tapple

SCARIFICATION, n. A form of penance practised by the mediaeval pious.
The rite was performed, sometimes with a knife, sometimes with a hot
iron, but always, says Arsenius Asceticus, acceptably if the penitent
spared himself no pain nor harmless disfigurement. Scarification,
with other crude penances, has now been superseded by benefaction.
The founding of a library or endowment of a university is said to
yield to the penitent a sharper and more lasting pain than is
conferred by the knife or iron, and is therefore a surer means of
grace. There are, however, two grave objections to it as a
penitential method: the good that it does and the taint of justice.

SCEPTER, n. A king's staff of office, the sign and symbol of his
authority. It was originally a mace with which the sovereign
admonished his jester and vetoed ministerial measures by breaking the
bones of their proponents.

SCIMETAR, n. A curved sword of exceeding keenness, in the conduct of
which certain Orientals attain a surprising proficiency, as the
incident here related will serve to show. The account is translated
from the Japanese by Shusi Itama, a famous writer of the thirteenth

      When the great Gichi-Kuktai was Mikado he condemned to

  decapitation Jijiji Ri, a high officer of the Court. Soon after

  the hour appointed for performance of the rite what was his

  Majesty's surprise to see calmly approaching the throne the man

  who should have been at that time ten minutes dead!

      "Seventeen hundred impossible dragons!" shouted the enraged

  monarch. "Did I not sentence you to stand in the market-place and

  have your head struck off by the public executioner at three

  o'clock? And is it not now 3:10?"

      "Son of a thousand illustrious deities," answered the

  condemned minister, "all that you say is so true that the truth is

  a lie in comparison. But your heavenly Majesty's sunny and

  vitalizing wishes have been pestilently disregarded. With joy I

  ran and placed my unworthy body in the market-place. The

  executioner appeared with his bare scimetar, ostentatiously

  whirled it in air, and then, tapping me lightly upon the neck,

  strode away, pelted by the populace, with whom I was ever a

  favorite. I am come to pray for justice upon his own dishonorable

  and treasonous head."

      "To what regiment of executioners does the black-boweled

  caitiff belong?" asked the Mikado.

      "To the gallant Ninety-eight Hundred and Thirty-seventh -- I

  know the man. His name is Sakko-Samshi."

      "Let him be brought before me," said the Mikado to an

  attendant, and a half-hour later the culprit stood in the


      "Thou bastard son of a three-legged hunchback without thumbs!"

  roared the sovereign -- "why didst thou but lightly tap the neck

  that it should have been thy pleasure to sever?"

      "Lord of Cranes of Cherry Blooms," replied the executioner,

  unmoved, "command him to blow his nose with his fingers."

      Being commanded, Jijiji Ri laid hold of his nose and trumpeted

  like an elephant, all expecting to see the severed head flung

  violently from him. Nothing occurred: the performance prospered

  peacefully to the close, without incident.

      All eyes were now turned on the executioner, who had grown as

  white as the snows on the summit of Fujiama. His legs trembled

  and his breath came in gasps of terror.

      "Several kinds of spike-tailed brass lions!" he cried; "I am a

  ruined and disgraced swordsman! I struck the villain feebly

  because in flourishing the scimetar I had accidentally passed it

  through my own neck! Father of the Moon, I resign my office."

      So saying, he gasped his top-knot, lifted off his head, and

  advancing to the throne laid it humbly at the Mikado's feet.

SCRAP-BOOK, n. A book that is commonly edited by a fool. Many
persons of some small distinction compile scrap-books containing
whatever they happen to read about themselves or employ others to
collect. One of these egotists was addressed in the lines following,
by Agamemnon Melancthon Peters:

  Dear Frank, that scrap-book where you boast

      You keep a record true

  Of every kind of peppered roast

          That's made of you;

  Wherein you paste the printed gibes

      That revel round your name,

  Thinking the laughter of the scribes

          Attests your fame;

  Where all the pictures you arrange

      That comic pencils trace --

  Your funny figure and your strange

          Semitic face --

  Pray lend it me. Wit I have not,

      Nor art, but there I'll list

  The daily drubbings you'd have got

          Had God a fist.

SCRIBBLER, n. A professional writer whose views are antagonistic to
one's own.

SCRIPTURES, n. The sacred books of our holy religion, as
distinguished from the false and profane writings on which all other
faiths are based.

SEAL, n. A mark impressed upon certain kinds of documents to attest
their authenticity and authority. Sometimes it is stamped upon wax,
and attached to the paper, sometimes into the paper itself. Sealing,
in this sense, is a survival of an ancient custom of inscribing
important papers with cabalistic words or signs to give them a magical
efficacy independent of the authority that they represent. In the
British museum are preserved many ancient papers, mostly of a
sacerdotal character, validated by necromantic pentagrams and other
devices, frequently initial letters of words to conjure with; and in
many instances these are attached in the same way that seals are
appended now. As nearly every reasonless and apparently meaningless
custom, rite or observance of modern times had origin in some remote
utility, it is pleasing to note an example of ancient nonsense
evolving in the process of ages into something really useful. Our
word "sincere" is derived from sine cero, without wax, but the
learned are not in agreement as to whether this refers to the absence
of the cabalistic signs, or to that of the wax with which letters were
formerly closed from public scrutiny. Either view of the matter will
serve one in immediate need of an hypothesis. The initials L.S.,
commonly appended to signatures of legal documents, mean locum
, the place of the seal, although the seal is no longer used
-- an admirable example of conservatism distinguishing Man from the
beasts that perish. The words locum sigillis are humbly suggested
as a suitable motto for the Pribyloff Islands whenever they shall take
their place as a sovereign State of the American Union.

SEINE, n. A kind of net for effecting an involuntary change of
environment. For fish it is made strong and coarse, but women are
more easily taken with a singularly delicate fabric weighted with
small, cut stones.

  The devil casting a seine of lace,

      (With precious stones 'twas weighted)

  Drew it into the landing place

      And its contents calculated.

  All souls of women were in that sack --

      A draft miraculous, precious!

  But ere he could throw it across his back

      They'd all escaped through the meshes.

Baruch de Loppis

SELF-ESTEEM, n. An erroneous appraisement.

SELF-EVIDENT, adj. Evident to one's self and to nobody else.

SELFISH, adj. Devoid of consideration for the selfishness of others.

SENATE, n. A body of elderly gentlemen charged with high duties and

SERIAL, n. A literary work, usually a story that is not true,
creeping through several issues of a newspaper or magazine.
Frequently appended to each installment is a "synposis of preceding
chapters" for those who have not read them, but a direr need is a
synposis of succeeding chapters for those who do not intend to read

them. A synposis of the entire work would be still better.

  The late James F. Bowman was writing a serial tale for a weekly
paper in collaboration with a genius whose name has not come down to
us. They wrote, not jointly but alternately, Bowman supplying the
installment for one week, his friend for the next, and so on, world
without end, they hoped. Unfortunately they quarreled, and one Monday
morning when Bowman read the paper to prepare himself for his task, he
found his work cut out for him in a way to surprise and pain him. His
collaborator had embarked every character of the narrative on a ship
and sunk them all in the deepest part of the Atlantic.

SEVERALTY, n. Separateness, as, lands in severalty, i.e., lands held
individually, not in joint ownership. Certain tribes of Indians are
believed now to be sufficiently civilized to have in severalty the
lands that they have hitherto held as tribal organizations, and could
not sell to the Whites for waxen beads and potato whiskey.

  Lo! the poor Indian whose unsuited mind

  Saw death before, hell and the grave behind;

  Whom thrifty settler ne'er besought to stay --

  His small belongings their appointed prey;

  Whom Dispossession, with alluring wile,

  Persuaded elsewhere every little while!

  His fire unquenched and his undying worm

  By "land in severalty" (charming term!)

  Are cooled and killed, respectively, at last,

  And he to his new holding anchored fast!

SHERIFF, n. In America the chief executive office of a country, whose
most characteristic duties, in some of the Western and Southern
States, are the catching and hanging of rogues.

  John Elmer Pettibone Cajee

  (I write of him with little glee)

  Was just as bad as he could be.

  'Twas frequently remarked: "I swon!

  The sun has never looked upon

  So bad a man as Neighbor John."

  A sinner through and through, he had

  This added fault: it made him mad

  To know another man was bad.

  In such a case he thought it right

  To rise at any hour of night

  And quench that wicked person's light.

  Despite the town's entreaties, he

  Would hale him to the nearest tree

  And leave him swinging wide and free.

  Or sometimes, if the humor came,

  A luckless wight's reluctant frame

  Was given to the cheerful flame.

  While it was turning nice and brown,

  All unconcerned John met the frown

  Of that austere and righteous town.

  "How sad," his neighbors said, "that he

  So scornful of the law should be --

  An anar c, h, i, s, t."

  (That is the way that they preferred

  To utter the abhorrent word,

  So strong the aversion that it stirred.)

  "Resolved," they said, continuing,

  "That Badman John must cease this thing

  Of having his unlawful fling.

  "Now, by these sacred relics" -- here

  Each man had out a souvenir

  Got at a lynching yesteryear --

  "By these we swear he shall forsake

  His ways, nor cause our hearts to ache

  By sins of rope and torch and stake.

  "We'll tie his red right hand until

  He'll have small freedom to fulfil

  The mandates of his lawless will."

  So, in convention then and there,

  They named him Sheriff. The affair

  Was opened, it is said, with prayer.

J. Milton Sloluck

SIREN, n. One of several musical prodigies famous for a vain attempt
to dissuade Odysseus from a life on the ocean wave. Figuratively, any
lady of splendid promise, dissembled purpose and disappointing

SLANG, n. The grunt of the human hog (Pignoramus intolerabilis)
with an audible memory. The speech of one who utters with his tongue
what he thinks with his ear, and feels the pride of a creator in
accomplishing the feat of a parrot. A means (under Providence) of
setting up as a wit without a capital of sense.

SMITHAREEN, n. A fragment, a decomponent part, a remain. The word is
used variously, but in the following verse on a noted female reformer
who opposed bicycle-riding by women because it "led them to the devil"
it is seen at its best:

  The wheels go round without a sound --

      The maidens hold high revel;

  In sinful mood, insanely gay,

  True spinsters spin adown the way

      From duty to the devil!

  They laugh, they sing, and -- ting-a-ling!

      Their bells go all the morning;

  Their lanterns bright bestar the night

      Pedestrians a-warning.

  With lifted hands Miss Charlotte stands,

      Good-Lording and O-mying,

  Her rheumatism forgotten quite,

      Her fat with anger frying.

  She blocks the path that leads to wrath,

      Jack Satan's power defying.

  The wheels go round without a sound

      The lights burn red and blue and green.

  What's this that's found upon the ground?

      Poor Charlotte Smith's a smithareen!

John William Yope

SOPHISTRY, n. The controversial method of an opponent, distinguished
from one's own by superior insincerity and fooling. This method is
that of the later Sophists, a Grecian sect of philosophers who began
by teaching wisdom, prudence, science, art and, in brief, whatever men
ought to know, but lost themselves in a maze of quibbles and a fog of

  His bad opponent's "facts" he sweeps away,

  And drags his sophistry to light of day;

  Then swears they're pushed to madness who resort

  To falsehood of so desperate a sort.

  Not so; like sods upon a dead man's breast,

  He lies most lightly who the least is pressed.

Polydore Smith

SORCERY, n. The ancient prototype and forerunner of political
influence. It was, however, deemed less respectable and sometimes was
punished by torture and death. Augustine Nicholas relates that a poor
peasant who had been accused of sorcery was put to the torture to
compel a confession. After enduring a few gentle agonies the
suffering simpleton admitted his guilt, but naively asked his
tormentors if it were not possible to be a sorcerer without knowing

SOUL, n. A spiritual entity concerning which there hath been brave
disputation. Plato held that those souls which in a previous state of
existence (antedating Athens) had obtained the clearest glimpses of
eternal truth entered into the bodies of persons who became
philosophers. Plato himself was a philosopher. The souls that had
least contemplated divine truth animated the bodies of usurpers and
despots. Dionysius I, who had threatened to decapitate the broad-
browed philosopher, was a usurper and a despot. Plato, doubtless, was
not the first to construct a system of philosophy that could be quoted
against his enemies; certainly he was not the last.

  "Concerning the nature of the soul," saith the renowned author of

Diversiones Sanctorum, "there hath been hardly more argument than
that of its place in the body. Mine own belief is that the soul hath
her seat in the abdomen -- in which faith we may discern and interpret
a truth hitherto unintelligible, namely that the glutton is of all men
most devout. He is said in the Scripture to 'make a god of his belly'
-- why, then, should he not be pious, having ever his Deity with him
to freshen his faith? Who so well as he can know the might and
majesty that he shrines? Truly and soberly, the soul and the stomach
are one Divine Entity; and such was the belief of Promasius, who
nevertheless erred in denying it immortality. He had observed that
its visible and material substance failed and decayed with the rest of
the body after death, but of its immaterial essence he knew nothing.
This is what we call the Appetite, and it survives the wreck and reek
of mortality, to be rewarded or punished in another world, according
to what it hath demanded in the flesh. The Appetite whose coarse
clamoring was for the unwholesome viands of the general market and the
public refectory shall be cast into eternal famine, whilst that which
firmly through civilly insisted on ortolans, caviare, terrapin,
anchovies, pates de foie gras and all such Christian comestibles
shall flesh its spiritual tooth in the souls of them forever and ever,
and wreak its divine thirst upon the immortal parts of the rarest and
richest wines ever quaffed here below. Such is my religious faith,
though I grieve to confess that neither His Holiness the Pope nor His
Grace the Archbishop of Canterbury (whom I equally and profoundly
revere) will assent to its dissemination."

SPOOKER, n. A writer whose imagination concerns itself with
supernatural phenomena, especially in the doings of spooks. One of
the most illustrious spookers of our time is Mr. William D. Howells,
who introduces a well-credentialed reader to as respectable and
mannerly a company of spooks as one could wish to meet. To the terror
that invests the chairman of a district school board, the Howells
ghost adds something of the mystery enveloping a farmer from another

STORY, n. A narrative, commonly untrue. The truth of the stories
here following has, however, not been successfully impeached.

  One evening Mr. Rudolph Block, of New York, found himself seated
at dinner alongside Mr. Percival Pollard, the distinguished critic.

  "Mr. Pollard," said he, "my book, The Biography of a Dead Cow,
is published anonymously, but you can hardly be ignorant of its
authorship. Yet in reviewing it you speak of it as the work of the
Idiot of the Century. Do you think that fair criticism?"

  "I am very sorry, sir," replied the critic, amiably, "but it did
not occur to me that you really might not wish the public to know who
wrote it."

  Mr. W.C. Morrow, who used to live in San Jose, California, was
addicted to writing ghost stories which made the reader feel as if a
stream of lizards, fresh from the ice, were streaking it up his back
and hiding in his hair. San Jose was at that time believed to be
haunted by the visible spirit of a noted bandit named Vasquez, who had
been hanged there. The town was not very well lighted, and it is
putting it mildly to say that San Jose was reluctant to be out o'
nights. One particularly dark night two gentlemen were abroad in the
loneliest spot within the city limits, talking loudly to keep up their
courage, when they came upon Mr. J.J. Owen, a well-known journalist.

  "Why, Owen," said one, "what brings you here on such a night as
this? You told me that this is one of Vasquez' favorite haunts! And
you are a believer. Aren't you afraid to be out?"

  "My dear fellow," the journalist replied with a drear autumnal
cadence in his speech, like the moan of a leaf-laden wind, "I am
afraid to be in. I have one of Will Morrow's stories in my pocket and
I don't dare to go where there is light enough to read it."

  Rear-Admiral Schley and Representative Charles F. Joy were
standing near the Peace Monument, in Washington, discussing the
question, Is success a failure? Mr. Joy suddenly broke off in the
middle of an eloquent sentence, exclaiming: "Hello! I've heard that
band before. Santlemann's, I think."

  "I don't hear any band," said Schley.

  "Come to think, I don't either," said Joy; "but I see General
Miles coming down the avenue, and that pageant always affects me in
the same way as a brass band. One has to scrutinize one's impressions
pretty closely, or one will mistake their origin."

  While the Admiral was digesting this hasty meal of philosophy
General Miles passed in review, a spectacle of impressive dignity.
When the tail of the seeming procession had passed and the two
observers had recovered from the transient blindness caused by its
effulgence --

  "He seems to be enjoying himself," said the Admiral.

  "There is nothing," assented Joy, thoughtfully, "that he enjoys
one-half so well."

  The illustrious statesman, Champ Clark, once lived about a mile
from the village of Jebigue, in Missouri. One day he rode into town
on a favorite mule, and, hitching the beast on the sunny side of a
street, in front of a saloon, he went inside in his character of
teetotaler, to apprise the barkeeper that wine is a mocker. It was a
dreadfully hot day. Pretty soon a neighbor came in and seeing Clark,

  "Champ, it is not right to leave that mule out there in the sun.
He'll roast, sure! -- he was smoking as I passed him."

  "O, he's all right," said Clark, lightly; "he's an inveterate

  The neighbor took a lemonade, but shook his head and repeated that
it was not right.

  He was a conspirator. There had been a fire the night before: a
stable just around the corner had burned and a number of horses had
put on their immortality, among them a young colt, which was roasted
to a rich nut-brown. Some of the boys had turned Mr. Clark's mule
loose and substituted the mortal part of the colt. Presently another
man entered the saloon.

  "For mercy's sake!" he said, taking it with sugar, "do remove that
mule, barkeeper: it smells."

  "Yes," interposed Clark, "that animal has the best nose in
Missouri. But if he doesn't mind, you shouldn't."

  In the course of human events Mr. Clark went out, and there,
apparently, lay the incinerated and shrunken remains of his charger.
The boys idd not have any fun out of Mr. Clarke, who looked at the
body and, with the non-committal expression to which he owes so much
of his political preferment, went away. But walking home late that
night he saw his mule standing silent and solemn by the wayside in the
misty moonlight. Mentioning the name of Helen Blazes with uncommon
emphasis, Mr. Clark took the back track as hard as ever he could hook
it, and passed the night in town.

  General H.H. Wotherspoon, president of the Army War College, has a
pet rib-nosed baboon, an animal of uncommon intelligence but
imperfectly beautiful. Returning to his apartment one evening, the
General was surprised and pained to find Adam (for so the creature is
named, the general being a Darwinian) sitting up for him and wearing
his master's best uniform coat, epaulettes and all.

  "You confounded remote ancestor!" thundered the great strategist,
"what do you mean by being out of bed after naps? -- and with my coat

  Adam rose and with a reproachful look got down on all fours in the
manner of his kind and, scuffling across the room to a table, returned
with a visiting-card: General Barry had called and, judging by an
empty champagne bottle and several cigar-stumps, had been hospitably
entertained while waiting. The general apologized to his faithful
progenitor and retired. The next day he met General Barry, who said:

  "Spoon, old man, when leaving you last evening I forgot to ask you
about those excellent cigars. Where did you get them?"

  General Wotherspoon did not deign to reply, but walked away.

  "Pardon me, please," said Barry, moving after him; "I was joking
of course. Why, I knew it was not you before I had been in the room
fifteen minutes."

SUCCESS, n. The one unpardonable sin against one's fellows. In
literature, and particularly in poetry, the elements of success are
exceedingly simple, and are admirably set forth in the following lines
by the reverend Father Gassalasca Jape, entitled, for some mysterious
reason, "John A. Joyce."

  The bard who would prosper must carry a book,

      Do his thinking in prose and wear

  A crimson cravat, a far-away look

      And a head of hexameter hair.

  Be thin in your thought and your body'll be fat;

  If you wear your hair long you needn't your hat.

SUFFRAGE, n. Expression of opinion by means of a ballot. The right
of suffrage (which is held to be both a privilege and a duty) means,
as commonly interpreted, the right to vote for the man of another
man's choice, and is highly prized. Refusal to do so has the bad name
of "incivism." The incivilian, however, cannot be properly arraigned
for his crime, for there is no legitimate accuser. If the accuser is
himself guilty he has no standing in the court of opinion; if not, he
profits by the crime, for A's abstention from voting gives greater
weight to the vote of B. By female suffrage is meant the right of a
woman to vote as some man tells her to. It is based on female
responsibility, which is somewhat limited. The woman most eager to
jump out of her petticoat to assert her rights is first to jump back
into it when threatened with a switching for misusing them.

SYCOPHANT, n. One who approaches Greatness on his belly so that he
may not be commanded to turn and be kicked. He is sometimes an

  As the lean leech, its victim found, is pleased

  To fix itself upon a part diseased

  Till, its black hide distended with bad blood,

  It drops to die of surfeit in the mud,

  So the base sycophant with joy descries

  His neighbor's weak spot and his mouth applies,

  Gorges and prospers like the leech, although,

  Unlike that reptile, he will not let go.

  Gelasma, if it paid you to devote

  Your talent to the service of a goat,

  Showing by forceful logic that its beard

  Is more than Aaron's fit to be revered;

  If to the task of honoring its smell

  Profit had prompted you, and love as well,

  The world would benefit at last by you

  And wealthy malefactors weep anew --

  Your favor for a moment's space denied

  And to the nobler object turned aside.

  Is't not enough that thrifty millionaires

  Who loot in freight and spoliate in fares,

  Or, cursed with consciences that bid them fly

  To safer villainies of darker dye,

  Forswearing robbery and fain, instead,

  To steal (they call it "cornering") our bread

  May see you groveling their boots to lick

  And begging for the favor of a kick?

  Still must you follow to the bitter end

  Your sycophantic disposition's trend,

  And in your eagerness to please the rich

  Hunt hungry sinners to their final ditch?

  In Morgan's praise you smite the sounding wire,

  And sing hosannas to great Havemeyher!

  What's Satan done that him you should eschew?

  He too is reeking rich -- deducting you.

SYLLOGISM, n. A logical formula consisting of a major and a minor
assumption and an inconsequent. (See LOGIC.)

SYLPH, n. An immaterial but visible being that inhabited the air when
the air was an element and before it was fatally polluted with factory
smoke, sewer gas and similar products of civilization. Sylphs were
allied to gnomes, nymphs and salamanders, which dwelt, respectively,
in earth, water and fire, all now insalubrious. Sylphs, like fowls of
the air, were male and female, to no purpose, apparently, for if they
had progeny they must have nested in accessible places, none of the
chicks having ever been seen.

SYMBOL, n. Something that is supposed to typify or stand for
something else. Many symbols are mere "survivals" -- things which
having no longer any utility continue to exist because we have
inherited the tendency to make them; as funereal urns carved on
memorial monuments. They were once real urns holding the ashes of the
dead. We cannot stop making them, but we can give them a name that
conceals our helplessness.

SYMBOLIC, adj. Pertaining to symbols and the use and interpretation
of symbols.

  They say 'tis conscience feels compunction;

  I hold that that's the stomach's function,

  For of the sinner I have noted

  That when he's sinned he's somewhat bloated,

  Or ill some other ghastly fashion

  Within that bowel of compassion.

  True, I believe the only sinner

  Is he that eats a shabby dinner.

  You know how Adam with good reason,

  For eating apples out of season,

  Was "cursed." But that is all symbolic:

  The truth is, Adam had the colic.


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