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Show There is a story told of Oscar Wilde that may be a chestnut, but I am going go-ing to spring it. .In the height of his fame Oscar was the guest of honor at a week-end party in a famous English country house. The first day he kept to his room from morning tilihlghtJ fall. Wihen he came down to dinner he was' immediately surroundejflby gushing females. g "Oh, Mr. Wilde," exclaimed one of them, "tell us what you have jbeen doing all day." "I have been at work upon a poem," said Oscar. "A poem!" cried Miss Gush. "How j fascinating! And did you accomplish much?" "Well, I accomplished a good deal during the morning," was the grave re- !ply. "I took out a comma." "How perfectly lovely," said Miss Guch. "And what did you do during the afternoon " "I put it back again," said Oscar., , I ain reminded of 'this story by a letter published with the new deluxe edition of t'The Man with the Hoe." It is a letter addressed to Albert M. Bender of the Book Club by Markham. He writes: After all these years I am having the hardihood to change a word in my poem, "Tile Man with the Hoe." In the last line of the second stanza, I am changing "menace" to "danger." Town Talk. |