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Show THE VORACIOUS MOTH. "X Mini, nitrating-. Underhanded )l- meiit.' 'lie Is a mean, sneaking, underfunded under-funded element, the moth Is," protests John Kcndrlck Bangs "Ftro has a detent sense ot the proprieties. Motbi hire none nt all. When fire attacks rem It smokes and crackles and hisses tad roars, and lets you know In cltrlon tones that It has come. Tht moth steals upon you In the dead ot s,itii and chews up your beat trousers, Korgcs himself upon your wlfo'n furs, tickles his palate with your swelled flannel golf shirt, munches nway upon your handsome rug. punches holes In your beat sofa cutbtoni with hit tutks, and then silently folds his tent and steals away without so much at a thank-you for his meal, Tho moth must eltbor bo domesticated or ex tlngulsbcd I have, tried to extinguish him, but without nvnll. When he hai flown forth I have endenvored to punch him In tho bead, nnd I have astcd my energy on tbo unresponsive sir. I don't know a hero in real lite or In fiction who could meet a moth on bis own ground. I have read ol the powers ot Alexander, ot Caesar ot D'Artagnan, ot Bonaparte, nnd ot Teddy Itooscvclt, but there Isn't n man among 'em who can fight a moth, You can bombard him with a gatllng gun loaded to tho muzzle, with camphor balls, nnd ho stltl waves his banner defiantly In your face. You may lunge nt him with a rapier, und he Jumps lightly aside, and to cxpresi his contempt bites a hole In your parlor par-lor hangings. You can turn the I1A1 on blm, and bo soars away out ot reach. You can't kill blm, because you t . vatch him. You can't drive blm nwuy, and until wo go back to tbo dress ot tho knights of old and wear mckol-plated stoel clothing, we cannot tlarvo htm out" |
