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Show CHANGE AT THE OXFORD There was walling and gnashing of-' teeth along the Rialto this morning. It was all centered on that part of "the row" that the Oxford takes up. It was news that tried men's souls. Nothing of so great Import has stirred West Second South street ln moons. For once strong men wept. On the faces of all was that blanch of apprehension that only news of tremendous worth brings. From mouth to mouth the whisper ran. It grew in volume until like a very torrent It was echoed and re echoed back until the very canyons I rang. The news was that William Wayna Rose had sold the Oxford and that James McTernay had "bought him out." Punctually at high noon William Wayne Rose appeared on the portals of the. Oxford. He was encased In a brown English walking suit that had London written all over it. Across his front was a white embroidered waistcoat waist-coat that for effulgence had the sun looking as if It needed polishing up with scourine. A boutonnlere of orchids adorned his coat lapel. A black English "pot" head and "boots" of lustrlous hue completed his "scenic effect." "Friends, Romans, countrymen," he began with Bourke Cochran effect as the multitude hushed Its voice In expectancy. ex-pectancy. 1 "The news Is true. I have sold the Oxford where we have spent so many pleasant hours. I will take with me to private lifs the recollections of memorable memor-able days and I might add nights-spent nights-spent within these walls. "The Jingle of the cash register has ever been music In my ears. I am a nervous wreck from the arduous duties of constantly counting money. I have worn myself out tolling late Into the night tallying up the day's receipts. I have decided to take a long rest. I mill buy an automobile and a yacht and take life easy for awhile. No, I shall not run for Congress. "I prqmlse you, however, to return again to public life. When I do It will be on a grander and more lavish scale than any of my previous efforts. I shall preside over an establishment that will be ln keeping with the dignity and prestige of Its famous proprietor. "At midnight tonight this Oxford will know me no more. William Wayne Rose bids you to quaff a glass of wine to the days that are gone. For once the cash register will not ring. This Is on me," and William Wayne Rose had had his "spoke" and made his public farewell.. |