Life — May 16, 1901 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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MEAT 18 THE CAUSE OF ALL ovr ILLS—1 MUST BECOME A VEGETARIAN, Love's Art. r OVE came in glee with poised dart (He chose the lightest in his quiver), And sought to speed it to her heart— She turned and fled with frown and shiver. His bold steps flew in swift pursuit (Firm purpose in his tense bow brooded), Once more his arrow aimed to shoot : Once more the angry maid eluded. He followed sofily on her way (Ilis suit now turned to accents tender), What word Love's art could prompt to say Was sworn in his vain quest to bend her. But soon he fled her cruel glance (With crippled wing and arrow broken), Till on his path onc day b Her footsteps turn. Then all unspoken Ilis sore plight smites upon her heart ; (There swift once more Love's arrow presses), VEORTABLES, UNLESS EATEN IN THE RAW STATE, BREAD, PALSELY CALLED THE ‘TAPP OP LIPE,' 18 4 FOOD. READ DIETISTHE THING, BLOW AND DEADLY roisos.”” And his maimed pinion’s every smart Is healed with pitying caresses. Lenvor. Though proof to moods (‘tis woman's hest) Of boldness, poesy, or laughter— When pity’s leak springs in her breast Love's dart will follow swiftly after. He and She. HERE was no ono else in sight. The trees were just bursting their buds. The air was balmy with the soft springtide. All nature smiled. It was a time for lovers. They walked down the old country lane together, He was from New York. There wasn't anything that he hadn’t done. He had been to college long, long ago, and since then he had gambled, and smoked, and drank, and flirted, and gos- She: THERE 18 NOTHING LIKE A GOOD DINNER TO CHEER ONE UP, 18 THERE? He (alarmed at her order); wxtt—ER—IT DEPENDS UPON WHO Pays Fon IT! i Zt cat ORiMn | so WE GAVE UP DREAD. siped in all tho clubs of Europe and America, Every cup of pleasure he had quaffed, and every sensation and emotion he had fathomed, He had vibrated between New York and Paris, and Paris and London so long that thero was nothing new for him to think of. He was forty-seven. And yet he said: “How can I tell you comicbooks.com