_More Anon_ Well, I made up my mind, having tried violent exercise in the gymnasium, coupled with violent language in the steam room, and having found neither or both had been of the least avail in trimming down my proportions, but on the contrary had augmented them to the extent of nearly ten pounds, live weight, that I would let well enough alone.

If 'twere my ordained fate to be fat--why, then so be it; I'd be fatly fatalistic and go on through life undulating and rippling.

If an all-wise Providence meant to call me to the estate of being the bulkiest writing man using the English language for a vehicle, then let Hilaire Belloc look to his laurels and Gilbert K.Chesterton to his unholsterings.

There was one consolation: Thank heavens the championship would remain in America! The years go marching by in ordered processional.

A great war bursts and for a space endures.