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...Some janitors are exceptions. They spend the long days of their undifficult existence revolving and maturing hot thoughts of fame. One of them a fortnight ago (TIME, Oct. 10) crawled to the front pages of U. S. newssheets by calling himself "organizer and president of the World League of Cities," by inviting all kinds of potentates to a convention in Boston where he lives. Another, who inhabited a Brooklyn cellar while he wrote poetry and played a stringed instrument, is on trial for butchering an old lady. Last week a third janitor came to a measure of fame...
Soon, in Boston, it was discovered that one William W. Ryan, janitor of a printing plant, self-styled "Organizer and President of the World League of Cities," had sent invitations, not only to cities in Russia, but to hundreds of cities in the U. S., Britain, France, Italy, China, Japan, India. All of these invitations were worthless...
...ignores the havoc wrought by time and neglect. Such lavishness may at first appear too Roman for a New England college but experience has shown that the saviour of youthful virility lies in the fact that eventually the "porters" will dwindle into a lone and not over magnificent janitor; that the "maids and bellboys", if such there be, will fade into legend: that the pomp of circumstance will prove disappointingly evanescent...
...Berkeley, Calif., near the Le-Conte School, a .38-calibre revolver cartridge lay on the turf, unnoticed. The sun shone, grass sprouted and along came John Haggerty, school janitor, steering a mowing machine. Blam! Janitor Haggerty cried "YOW!" tottered from his mower bleeding from a bullet-grazed forehead...
...merit. "Only a Rose" and "The Song of the Vagabonds" are especially good so good, in fact, that the parsimonious reviewer parted with 75 cents for a phonograph record of the romance and adventure of the Middle Ages. And so swarshbuckling did he become that he drove the unappreciative janitor from his rooms with a snarl of "Dog, knave, back to your kennil" two hours after the play was over...