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THE DOOM OF THE DANCE
AFTER THE HINDU STYLE OF POETICAL NARRATIVE , By Fred Schaefer. I. Humdrum, the stranger, came to the city of many entrances of plate glass. The dust was on him from travel. He craved for refreshment. People homeward were hurrying. In black streams people homeward were hurrying from the canyons of structural steel and of concrete. Smoke-colored shadows empurpled the still depths of the canyons desert ed. But on the "Way That Was White" blazed forth the lamps. Ablaze were the cabarets and cafes. The swift hum of the taxis cleft the gloom and the silence. Afar he sniff ed the odor of beefsteak and onions. For Humdrum was hungry. II. Amidst a vista of crystal and da mask and silver, Humdrum demanded a menu. He ordered of beefsteak and onions. Gosh, he was hungry! Rare strains of weird music came stealing his senses; the rhythm of dancing, the rustle of silk. Came vassals bearing the viands he'd ordered. His place was void. Humdrum was dancing. in. Panting, he paused with the pause of the niusic He famished for beef steak, he hungered for onions. He speared a potato. Madding, insistent, the music re called him. Humdrum debated. Once more he danced. Danced with the potato held on a fork. IV. Seventeen times did the stranger not eat. Seventeen times did he seek to begin. Seventeen times did the tango entice. Seventeen times was the beefsteak untouched. In the sway of the dance, to the plaint of the viol, Humdrum just danced'. V. Hurt was "the gaze he threw at the crystal, the damask and silver. An guished his gaze, as he whirled and dipped, at the beefsteakand onions. Ever madder, more weird', on went the tango. The onions, the beefsteak, grew cold. Dawn tapped at the windows with slim fingers of pearly The music was hushed. The viands, "removed. Hum--drum was wan. He was hungry. VI. In the morniny they found his gaunt frame in the street. He clutched on a fork a clammy potato. "Starved!" said the coroner's jury.