A Remonstrance
Atlas, how could you!
I know you carry the World on your back, and am not surprised that my note to Oscar, on its way, should have fallen from your shoulders into your dainty fingers; but why present it in the state of puzzle?
The World, Feb. 22, 1882.
Besides, your caution is one-sided and unfair; for if you print S—— C——, why not A—— Q——? Why not X Y Z at once?
And how unlike me! Instead of the frank recklessness which has unfortunately become a characteristic, I am, for the first time, disguised in careful timidity, and discharge my insinuating initials from the ambush of innuendo.
My dear Atlas, if I may not always call a spade a spade, may I not call a Slade Professor, Sidney Colvin?