LAUGHTER LIMITED

Mayor Walker of New York City is a very, very sick man according to Mayor Walker, so sick indeed that he has had to go to California. There under the shade of the dated palm he will take his ease and contemplate the stars, wondering whether it wouldn't be advisable to hitch his wagon to another and less tarnished orb.

Behind him in the noisome city where his word is law and his wink worth $50.000, a tumult has broken forth and moral prelates and amoral Republicans are piling advice on vice. The Tammany Tiger is trying to purr like a pussy cat but it seems to have an impolitic foog in its throat which gives it the sound of an angry beast caught at another's carrion. And from what one hears the stench will last long after the scandalous corpse has been cleared from the city streets.

Meanwhile Mayor Walker is going as far into the setting sun as possible. At every stop on his journey he dismounts and laughs off the latest news from. New York, but to the critical it sounds as if Jimmy were just a wee bit hysterical.