July 8, 1906 (Sunday)
A CARTOONIST'S VIEW OF PARIS: Today's New York Times includes a full page of Hy. Meyer's drawings based on a visit to Paris. I particularly liked this one that shows a tourist asking for directions: "Oo-aye La Roo de Champs Elizah?" over the heading of "French, after all, is an easy language."
THERE'S TALK IN THE 'WEST' OF ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT: Rumors swirled yesterday that someone tried to shoot President Roosevelt while he was on vacation at Oyster Bay, N.Y. One headline in The Syracuse Herald says "Wild Story in the West: Some Papers Heard of Attempt on President's Life." Meanwhile Roosevelt was evidently sitting in his library reading. A gentleman named Moore, who owns the grocery at South and Main streets in Oyster Bay -- his store is under the executive offices that Roosevelt uses when he visits -- had this to say: "Toledo and Michigan papers say the President was shot by a man wearing automobile goggles and a linen duster. Its funny how papers in the West get hit by hot weather."
Here's how one story ends: "And in the midst of the rapid fire of chronicle and comment Sagamore Hill was quiet with the somnolence induced by a warm July sun and the drone of bees."
SHAW SNARLS AT CRITICS: Here's a bit more from George Bernard Shaw, who was happy with the ruling of a New York City judge who found that Shaw's play "Mrs. Warren's Profession" did not violate any of the city's codes. (It deals with prostitution.) In an article with a London dateline, Shaw had this to say yesterday:
The entire blame for the agitation against 'Mrs. Warren's Profession' lies in the heads of the New York critics. Their stupidity, inhumanity and scurrilous and obscene language in dealing with the play drove the poor, wretched little police commissioner to steps which he was reluctant to take. No words of mine are adequate to describe my feelings towards these critics. They should all be gathered in a dust pan and thrown into a dust heap. Had they any sense of decency they would make a barefooted pilgrimage somewhere or shoot themselves, but I don't suppose they will.