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an intelligent interest in Socialism,”’ 
said Miss Holliday to the reporter 
- who interviewed her at the Dana 
‘home on Brattle’ street. 
no t. #‘By  So- 
cialism we mean the public owner- 
ship and democratic administration 
of the social means of production | 
and ‘distribution, We think that 
the business of the people should be 
run by the ‘people for public ser- 
viee, not for private gain.”’ 
Foremost in the ranks of the 
wealthy women Socialists is Miss 
Sarah Sullivan Perkins, a Brookline 
society women of wealth and a sum-_ 
mer resident of long standing at 
Beverly Farms., She is secretary of 
the Boston branch of the Socialist 
party, and beside devoting almost 
the whole of her time to propagat- 
ing Socialism: is pouring her money 
into. the coffers..of the. party. She. 
has-rallied to this cause , dozens of 
her..rich friends. in Boston, and 
Brookline. .. 2+ © 40 hate: 
Because she believed..it; was..the 
only. thing. .which. would ameliorate 
the. conditions of the lower classes 
was why Miss Sarah 8. Perkins took . 
up Socialism, she says. She has 
been a Socialist for a score or more 
of years; but did not become secre- 
tary of the Socialist party in. Bos- 
ton until three years ago. 
The spirit of socialism evidently 
runs in-the blood of the Perkins 
family. Mrs. Charles M. Cabot, 
wife of the well-known broker of 
that name, is sister to Miss Sarah 8. 
Perkins, and also a prominent Bos- 
ton Socialist. She resides at 297 
Marlboro street, Boston, and the 
Cabot summer home is at Beverly 
Farms. — From Geoffrey Sutcliffe’s 
article in Boston Traveler. 
She: ‘‘You must never let father see 
you put your arms around my waist.’’ 
He: ‘‘Why would he bo so sorry?’’ 
She: ‘‘No, dear, but he would try to 
borrow some money from you.’’ 
‘‘Bxeuse me,’’ he said as he bit off 
the end of a cigar and held out his hand 
to secure a light from the other, who 
was smoking. 
‘‘Beg pardon.’’ 
‘‘T said excuse me.’’ 
‘‘Oh, certainly. Always willing to ex- 
cuse.’? 
And he took the fresh cigar, lighted 
it, threw his old stump away, and as he 
began on the new one he walked off with 
the remark: ‘‘ Very good cigar, sir, very 
good. Of course I’ll excuse. you.’’ 
The wife (during a spat): ‘‘Yes, I 
married you to spite Fred Jones.’’ 
The husband (ruefully): ‘‘I wish my 
love, you had married Fred Jones to 
spite me.’’ 
FUN OF THE DAY 
A woman here feels very sore over the 
latest escapade of her 7-year-old corrigi- 
ble. There were some visitors invited 
to tea one evening recently and during 
the course of the meal John Henry 
Augustus remarked with a chuckle: 
‘‘Mother’s got all the best things on the 
table tonight, ain’t you ma?’’ The mor- 
tified mother gave the youngster a kick 
under the table, when he added inno- 
cently, ‘‘You needn’t kick me under the 
table, now, cause I didn’t tell a word 
about borrowing the napkins.’’ 
She: ‘‘I don’t suppose you are fond 
of kissing babies?’’ 
He: ‘‘Not unless they are girl babies 
about eighteen years old.’’ 
‘‘Say! haven’t you any sense?’’ he 
demanded of his friend, as they crossed 
the street and left the third man to go 
on alone. 
‘‘What’s up?’’ 
Why, you kept asking him if he’d 
been away this summer, and if he had 
a good time, and if he went fishing, and 
all that.”’ 
‘¢ Well, wasn’t that common cour-. 
tesy?’’ 
‘‘Not under the circumstances. Not 
when he’d been in 
summer. ’’” 
the workhouse all 
es 
Mistress (entering the kitchen): 
‘Bridget have you cleaned the chicken 
yet?’’ 
New cook (with an injured air): ‘‘As 
well as I could mum, with nothing but 
yellow soap to clean it with.’’ 
‘‘You needn’t turn up your nose at 
this dinner, George. I cooked it myself, 
and every dish is exactly as they ocok 
it at the cooking school. I -wish you 
would tell me why it is that a man al- 
ways thinks that his mother’s cooking 
tastes better than any one else’s.’’ 
‘‘T don’t know, Clara, unless it is be- 
cause his mother never went to a cook- 
ing school.’’ 
Jinks: ‘‘Ha, ha, ha. I feel jolly today. 
My daughter has stopped pestering me 
for a necklace. I happened to get an 
idea from a friend and I acted on it. I 
told her that I had _ noticed that the 
prettiest girls were not wearing jewelry 
now.’’ 
Winks: ‘‘By ginger! 
T’ll try that 
dodge myself.’’ 
Jinks (the next day): ‘‘Hello, Winks; 
did you try that anti-jewelry game on 
your daughter.’’ . 
Winks: ‘‘Y-e-s; and now my wife is 
raging around because she thinks I’ve 
been staring at pretty girls. I wish T’d 
bought the necklace,’’ 
‘M. H. S.—Literary Society 
The following program was pre- 
sented at the Manchester High 
sehool, Wednesday, by the Literary 
society of the school: 
Song, ‘‘ Star Spangled Banner,”’ 
School; recitation, ‘‘ Washington,”’ 
Esther Carroll; recitation, ‘‘ Immor- 
tal Washington,’’ Nina Sinnicks; 
declamation, ‘‘ Washington to the 
Nation,’’ Grafton Owens; vocal 
duet, Kathleen Slade and May Mor- 
ley; composition, ‘ Longfellow,’’ 
Rufus Long; ‘‘Paul Revere’s Ride,”’ 
Frank Knight and Donald Height; 
trio, Miss Marshall, Joseph: Carey | 
and A. McKinnon; composition, 
‘‘ Life of Lincoln,’’ Geo. Fleming; 
recitation, ‘‘ Abraham Lincoln,’’r- 
recitation, ‘‘ ‘Abe’ Lincoln,’’ Thes- 
bie Galanie; recitation ‘‘ ‘Abe’ Lin- 
eoln,’’ Ruth Seott; America, School. 
Critic, Louise Walsh. 
THE LITTLEST REBEL* 
Oh, I’ve seen ‘‘The Littlest Rebel’’; 
Yes, I’ve paid to see her twice: 
And’ it pays to pay to see her— 
Nay, she’s worth ten times the price, 
And I’m going to see her thrice. 
Oh, I’ve witnessed many ‘‘battles,’’ 
But I’ll ne’er forget the day 
When I saw ‘‘The Littlest Rebel’’ 
Hold the enemy at bay 
In her rare, compelling way. 
Oh, I’ve loved a lot of dramas, 
And my love I have confessed, 
But I love ‘‘The Littlest Rebel’’ 
Rather more than all the rest; 
Yes, I’m sure I love ‘‘her’’ best. 
Oh, I love her for her sweetness 
For her human little heart, 
For her morning-glory beauty, 
For the soul that lights her art 
And illumines her charming part. 
And I love her for the tear-drops 
That her sorrows bid me shed 
As she lisps the sweet, sad story 
Of her ‘‘daddy’’ who had fled 
And returned—to hide their dead. 
Yes, I love my ‘‘Littlest Rebel’’ 
For the lovely part she plays 
In a great and grand ‘‘Rebellion”’ 
Which TI wish’ could last always, 
Or, at least, throughout my days. 
And I pray that He will bless her— 
Her’ and ‘‘Daddy,’’ too—and when 
They depart to fight more ‘‘battles,”’ 
“ May He bring them back ‘again 
Crowned with victory. Amen. 
*(Copy of poem sent by ‘*Aged Ad- 
mirer,’’? Shelton’ Thomason, to Miss Min- 
ter, now playing at Boston Theatre), 
