Midsummer Madness.

And this same Paddy O'Pan is playing the very droth with the respectable feelin's an' instincts of fine staid sedate gintlemen with interests in the city an' families in the suburbs, an' bright new rolled umbrellas an'all. This O'Pan is a disrespectable lad who tootles on a pipe an' takes no pleasure in the rightness of breeches. At the notch of the year when the sun is scoured till it shines like the sitting end of a new copper kettle, this O'Pan presumes a mission to reform everyone who acts unnatural like sleeping in beds and wearing underwear and houses. Only yesterday morning did I see with my own eyes a fine respectable gintleman in a come-to-glory collar, an' all, throw down his beautiful bun hat an' jump on it. An' I did hear that his office chair was empty of him all day an' he did return home with twigs in his hair when the moon was runnin' from the milkman.