He strolled in quite tranquilly for a
dance,--with those things of his in full view! All the courage is not
on battlefields.
Said a girl, who, Village-like, would not perjure her soul to be
polite:
"Why so much magenta?"
And said he quite sweetly:
"Why not? I can paint people green if I like, can't I?"
With which he glided imperturbably off in a fox trot with a girl in an
"art sweater."
Harry Kemp says: "They make us sick with their scurrilous, ignorant
stories of the Village. Pose? Sure!--it's two-thirds pose. But the
rest is beautiful. And even the pose is beautiful in its way. Life is
rotten and beautiful both at once. So is the Village. The Village is
big in idea and it's growing. They talk of its being a dead letter.
It's just beginning. First it--the Village, as it is now--was really a
sort of off-shoot of London and Paris. Now it's itself and I tell you
it's beautiful, and more remarkable than people know.
"Uptowners, outsiders, come in here and insist on getting in; and, fed
on the sort of false stuff that goes out through 'novelists' and
'reporters,' think that anything will go in the Liberal Club! They
come here and insult the women members, and we all end up in a free
fight every week or so.
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