Life — May 8, 1902 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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402 Ballade of a Rhymester. "VE often written trifling verse On foolish themes or fancies light ; Better it might have been—or worse— Its merit, like its matter, sli But I abjure all hackneyed, trite Or obvious subjects for my son Of fashion's fads I won't indite— I'll never write about Ping-Pong! The growing habit I asperse, For not a paper meets my sight But Ping-Pong's praises 'twill rehearse In doggerel, till I'm sickened quite. My anger rises to its height ; I will not join the twaddling throng And on my record cast a blight— I'll never write about Ping-Pong! Though ‘twould put money in my purse, (And [ am in most needy plight,) My Pegasus I can't coerce To start on such unworthy flight. Though I've ideas new and bright, My resolution is so strong— n should an editor invite, I'll never write about Ping-Pong ! ENVOY. Reader, I play from morn till night, I'm Ping-Pong’s slave—or right or wrong; So, since I have no time to write, I'll never write about Ping-Pong! Carolyn Wells. The Love Letters ofa Christian Scientist. Y BELOVED PRINCE :W THOUGHT: T have been wondering to-day if our ex- change of gifts seems as beautiful to you as it does to me. Most lovers exchange rings. but how much more your betrothal OF THE gift to me really means! ‘The thought that your well-studied jence and Health you have given me and dog-cared copy of S with a to the Scriptures, and that Lhave given you my copy of the Mother's Words, thrills the would, if there were any reality in matter. (Heart would come under the head of matt me to heart — or And matter is reflected, of ) Do you remember the day, darling Vibra- wouldn't it? course, from mortal mind, which is e -LIFE- tion of the Mind Universal, that we sat to- gether planning what we should represent at the Lemar's Book Party? It seems but yesterday! We decided that you would wear goggles and your college cap snd gown, for you were and I, Health (trusting to my red cheeks, to treating the guests for Intelligence, and to silent affirmations that I was Health), to reveal the name of our book—the Mother's Book—and our Engagement! (Do you know, Beloved, they say the Mother has demonstrated an immense fortune out of her Words—really, three dollars and fifty cents to give for them is something fierce, isn't it?) Well, we were just finding a wa to represent the Key (by putting oursel in touch with the Way Universal), whi your mother came in and asked the day of the month and apologized for addressing us in English, adding sarcastically that she didn't_speak Christian Science! Ah, my Own, I have to vehemently affirm that I am one with Love Omnipotent, Omnipresent, every time 1 think of your mother. I begin each day by treating myself for Love and Non-resistance, and yet I must say your mother is without istic old party I exception the most antago ever met! But then she is your mother— our mother—and All Is Love, and You are All—or almost All. L hope my gift with a Key to the Serip- tures will arrive safely and bring you the kisses [ entrust to its wise care. How dear are the Mother's Words! Do you kisses? Yours, with a to the Serip- tures, would I could wear at my heart! It was so sweet of you not to select as the first manifestation of your Individual Love, some vulgar thing to dazzle the world, such asa grand piano. I would so much prefer having you simple, adorable Radiator of Hope, like Wisdom, Hold me in your Thought, as I hold you in mine—even as find)—holds us Thought (the Universal both to its breast! And come in to tea soon —soon, ~You remember, Bobby, don’t you, Beloved? The poor child has such a fright- ful claim of superfluous flesh—actually, the neighborhood boys call him “the fat boy of the circus,” but he is getting strongly in accord with the Principle of Life and will yet demonsirate his Freedom. Yesterday, Bobby was walking along with Ralph Hughes, when an unenlightened little street urchin yelled, ‘Hello, Skinny! hello, Skinny ! hello, Skinny!" “Smash him!” suggested Ralph Not on your life!” said Bobby. He ing me a Treatment!” Isn't it touching to see such Belief in the Power of the Word as this child has? Did I tell you that we have given up the laim We are now entirely free of mice? Yes. from them ! RECENT FICTION. RLAZABETH AND UER GERMAN GARDEN. How to Win a Woman in a Week. Sunday; — Make ber acquaintance. . { Morning: Violets. Monday: \‘stternoon: Call Mornin, Tuesday : 1k bonbon! American Beauties and fternoon : Drive, dinner at Del's Moi Orchids and books Wednesday: { Afternoon: Automobile ride, dinner at Sherry’s. Thursday ; Ignore her. Friday; { Appear with a more attractive woman, § Morning: Orchids and a diamond ; J ortwo. Saturday?) tternoon : Call. Night: She is yours, Francesea di Maria. HELEN STONE and Yvette aro ~ both writing books. What a combination it would be if they would collaborate! There are many plans not yet employed by enterprising pub- lishers who tempt ladies to be liter- ary, because they have already become famous in one way or another. comicbooks.com