XXV RITZ (July, 1914).

White teeth, neat black moustache and lovely eyes— Face bronzed and beautiful, like a young god— Tired Rollo is the dreaming school girl’s prize. He leans against the wall, perhaps will dance If they ask very nicely: sweet young things! He’s “an observer,” and he can’t conceal He’s frightfully bored with all this sort of crowd. He prefers artists, men of genius; He has a soul above the idle rich— “A looker-on, you know, at the world’s game.” Rude persons laugh. Adonis, rather hot, Twirls the ineffable moustache and smiles. —He is so much that other men are not!