Having perused well the chronicle of the week, the Vigilant Patriot views with alarm:

Thousands of quarts of pitiful tears. (P. 17.)

The finger of a middle-aged woman, its nail carefully manicured. (P. 15.)

Din. The President had it turned off. (P. 1)

Children crying for milk; the public crying for blood. (P. 27.)

Booms at an ungodly hour of the morning. (P. 9.)

A resounding smack. It caused suspension of a session. (P. 13.)

A dream. It brightened, flew around the world, vanished. (P. 20.)

Shouts, stench, sympathy. They offended ears, nose, vision. (P. 13.)

"Devil children, crazy with false knowledge." (P. 30.)

Several truckloads of mouldy, bullet-riddled, knife-slashed clothing. (P. 30.)

A stiff fat wife. (P. 16.)

An optical explosion. (P. 30.)

Lordly bosoms. They sheltered fearful foreboding. (P. 10.)

Growling sea-dogs. (P. 20.)

The juxtaposition of press agents and criminals. (P. 28.)

A monster group--some 50 Standard and other oil companies. (P. 8.)