Life — August 6, 1891 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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‘LIFE: OUR FRESH AIR FUND. IFE’S Health and Happiness Factory at Branchvill: is now working to its utmost capacity. Its young customers seem to be very well satisfied with the quality of the product, and our main regret is that the plant is not larger. The controlling idea is to take large quantities of fresh air, sunshine, wholesome food and similar ingredients and turn them into happy children. Its a pleasant’ and profitable process, and we only wish all of our readers might witness it, The cost ts about three dollars per child, and the profit is not to be estimated in dollars and cents, but in ruddy cheeks, sparkling eyes and smiling faces. Previously acknowledged..$. Ada, Beverly, Mass... Proceeds of tableaux of the Poly, Nauchquatac Club at Edmund Cold Spring, L. 1 62.00 “St, Pauls”... tees Grace Holli worth and Russell Elliot Joy .. ‘Anne Scar Gatt's Dime Kant....... lingsw Marion and Georgina 509.48 $5.00 .00 300 4.00 6.00 ‘ 25.00 10.00 $.00 29.00 6.00 “to 7.00 Donald... 2: Suppression of Siang CRT ss La Jj... Sweet Pea Pansy Club, Bat W.L.M . Yacthsman Elizabeth and Dorothy through Larchmont Circ: Library One Who L Children, thr: ¢ Circ. Library. Larchmont Cire. Library HOT.A. Live & Let. Live. Thomas H. Child H.0 &.... + se From Allen, Rosamond & Fenneth, . 3.00 es “Little Sunday School A.D. Munroe : napp. $6; E Lamson. $1; Peter Noel, $1; Davie Jackson, $1; Gustavie Allnolis,” $1: Hornie Craighead, §«: JohnnieHandy,$1; Kedie Seybel, $2; ‘George Barnes. $1 |. From Littie Cassie. Roger L. E. A., Hartford, Conn. From ‘Florence, Percy, Philip, Ben & ‘Stephen, Twine... : i Found on the Floor, Provi- dence, . vee $3.944-38 “WHAT ARE YOU CRYING AHOUT, MY LITTLE MAN 2” S JIMMY O'BRIEN LICKED ME FIRST, AN’ THEN FATHER LICKED ME FOR LETTING JIMMY LICK ME, AND THEN JIMMY LICKED ME AGAIN FOR TELLING FATHER, ANT NOW I suppose T sitatt IT AGAIN FROM FATHER.” CATCH BE, MARY, ARE “DEED AND THEY ARE, MANY A TIME LIKE CEM TE b AIN'T IT WONDERFUL HOW NAT’RAL THE Lorb CAN MAKE THINGS!" Miss! “FARMING.” * a breezy corner of the Club café, on a Saturday even- ing in July—which meant that everybody was out of town, and they practically owned the place. There were the wise Adrian, the sub- tile Bagstock, and Dupont, who had no qualities except the faculty of disagreeing with other peoples’ opinions. The talk began with the coffee and ended in smoke. ‘They were wondering why they had stayed in town in such beautiful weather, The wainscotted room, the electric globes, the little tables and the bells suggested long winter evenings But in July they were as unseasenable as an ulster. No doubt each was thinking of the seashore, or the mountains, or a sunny valley between the hills, So when Dupont said that he had been wasting the hour pre dinner over a humorous book called “* Farming "—which poked t the whole rural institution—they were ready for a mild discussion. “1 suppose Frost’s pictures spoil the book ?” svid Adrian, confident of a * rise “You are wrong there,” said Dupont, “for they save many pages of forced humor—of the solemn, inflated kind which feeds on polysyllables. It pictures the rural experiment of a man who would be an incompara- ble ass in town or country. For my part I believe in farming. With the modern machines the farmer need only work hard for six months and the rest of the year is his own.” “ And he does not know what to do with it. His wives and daugh- te insane from sheer loneliness, and he mends fences, patches wagons and harness, and quarrels with his neighbors,” said Adrian comicbooks.com