SIMON THE JESTER
WILLIAM J. LOCKE
I met Renniker the other day at the club. He is a man who knows
everything--from the method of trimming a puppy's tail for a dog-show,
without being disqualified, to the innermost workings of the mind of
every European potentate. If I want information on any subject under
heaven I ask Renniker.
"Can you tell me," said I, "the most God-forsaken spot in England?"
Renniker, being in a flippant mood, mentioned a fashionable watering-
place on the South Coast. I pleaded the seriousness of my question.
"What I want," said I, "is a place compared to which Golgotha,
Aceldama, the Dead Sea, the Valley of Jehoshaphat, and the Bowery