ALSO BY

   CLARENCE DAY

   THE CROW'S NEST

   THOUGHTS WITHOUT WORDS

   GOD AND MY FATHER

   IN THE GREEN MOUNTAIN COUNTRY

   SCENES FROM THE MESOZOIC

   LIFE WITH FATHER

   "How I hate the man who talks about the 'brute creation,' with an ugly emphasis on

    brute

   .... As for me, I am proud of my close kinship with other animals. I take a jealous pride in my Simian ancestry. I like to think that I was once a magnificent hairy fellow living in the trees, and that my frame has come down through geological time via sea jelly and worms and Amphioxus, Fish, Dinosaurs, and Apes. Who would exchange these for the pallid couple in the Garden of Eden?"

    W. N. P. Barbellion.

   ONE

   Last Sunday, Potter took me out driving along upper Broadway, where those long rows of tall new apartment houses were built a few years ago. It was a mild afternoon and great crowds of people were out. Sunday afternoon crowds. They were not going anywhere,--they were just strolling up and down, staring at each other, and talking. There were thousands and thousands of them.

   "Awful, aren't they!" said Potter.

   I didn't know what he meant. When he added, "Why, these crowds," I turned and asked, "Why, what about them?" I wasn't sure whether he had an idea or a headache.

   "Other creatures don't do it," he replied, with a discouraged expression. "Are any other beings ever found 

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