Ebook Arcadian Adventures With the Idle Rich

It is not half so impressive, in the real sense, as what you may observe every morning on Plutoria Avenue beside the Mausoleum Club in the quietest part of the city. Here you may see a little toddling princess in a rabbit suit who owns fifty distilleries in her own right. There, in a lacquered perambulator, sails past a little hooded head that controls from its cradle an entire New Jersey corporation. The United States attorney general is suing her as She sits, in a vain attempt to make her dissolve herself into constituent com panics. Near by is a child of four, in a khaki suit, who represents the merger of two trunk line railways. You may meet in the ?ickered sunlight any number of little princes and princesses far more real than the poor survivals of Europe. Incalculable infants wave their fifty — dollar ivory rattles in an inarticulate greeting to one another. A million dollars of preferred stock laughs merrily in recognition of a majority control going past in a go-cart drawn by an imported nurse. And through it all the sunlight falls through the ehn trees, and the birds sing and the motors hum, so that the whole world as seen from the boulevard of Plutoria Avenue is the very pleasantest place imaginable.