MY LADY'S NICOTINE

Mayor Hylan has diplomatically turned out the gas before the teapot housing New York's tempest reached the boiling point. "I make it a policy in my administration," said the Mayor-so, parenthetically, we learn that the administration has one-"never to interfere with the ladies-for they will do as they please, anyway." What boots a pseudo-city-ordinance or two when it interferes with the ladies' pleasure?-the pleasure in the case being a soothing cigarette.

Score another for Feminism! the cult whose fundamental plank man has so impudently presumed to assail,-the movement which would tumble woman from her reverential pedestal to the same gross level of Masculinism. But man can take his comfort in the fact that nicotine stains on the fingers that get his breakfast will not measurably affect its flavour. And as for woman: from the Saint Regis to the Pre "Cat" she may forever puff her "scented" in peace.

Irrelevant, perhaps is the truism that the Successful Statesman announces what he plans to do-then does the opposibe. Another column of the same evening paper quotes Mayor Hylan as announcing that he will not be a candi-

date for the Democratic Presidential nomination in 1924. In the United States are some tens of millions of newly enfranchised women. There was once the very successful Abbey of Theleme, with the single regulation, "Fay que vous voulay". the Abbot thereof was extremely popular; and so, too, a modern analogue might well be