Life — July 3, 1902 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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Education. WO years ago she showed tome Her B. A. with an honest pride, To-day she has a new de- gree,— M.A., with B. A. BY her side, Feliz Carmen. The Plagiarists. OW that Edmand Rostand has been run to earth, our masters in chancery are naturally looking for larger game. Reliable advices from Chicago are to the effect that the version of the Faust legend from which Goethe stole all his ideas is being prepared and will be ready for the fall term of court, The plagiarism is said to be extremely palpable. For example, Goethe brings in the Devil in the form of a dog; in the original or Chicago version, the Devil appears as a link of bologna. The Civic Federation is understood to be on the point of discovering the man from whom Victor Hugo stole the main points of his character of Jean Valjean. Shakespeare and Moliére wrote be- fore Chicago was founded, but recent investigation by the plain-clothes squad of the city police makes it certain that these men were gifted with pre- science, and were thus able to steal ideas prior to their being thought. Papers in injunction suits are accord- ingly being drawn. With the Editors. Na recent numberof The Critic Miss Jeannette Gilder, commenting on a humorous verse, con- fesses that she laughed. It seems a pity to break a tradition. Mr. Edward Bok is in England, where he has been interviewing King Edward. The Ladies’ Home Journal will shortly publish an article on “ The King and the Kitchen, King Edward as a Human Being.—The Personal Side of His Favorite Cook.—With Statistics About the Weight of King Edward's Head, With and Without the Crown.—A Mouth-to-Mouth Con- versation with the Great King’s Suspenders."* -LIFE- Mr. George Harvey, of Harper's Weekly, was seen last Monday after a dinner with other captains of indus- try. Mr. Harvey explained why he publishes the names of the contribu- tors to his Journal of Culture and Civ- ilization all in a bunch on the editorial page instead of giving each man the discredit of his own contribution. Mr- Harvey’s plan is to offer a prize of sev- eral steamship lines to the reader who guesses who wrote what, When the competition opens Mr. Howells will be temporarily withdrawn. He is too easy. Mr. Richard Watson Gilder is very inuch worried because he accepted a joke for the ‘ Lighter Vein ” depart- ment of The Century several weeks be- fore all the other papers were tired of it. The Editor of Lire said toa friend the other day that he would stop bor- ing his readers with the war in South Africa within sixty days after peace is declared. No, his purpose in harping on the war was not, he explained, to boom subscriptions among the Irish. All Irish, who can afford to, take Lirg already. The Irish have humor. Mr. John Brisben Walker is debat- ing whether to publish his magazine at Cramp's Shipyards or at Armour’s Packing House. An automobile fac- tory is too quiet for him to write in. Mr. William R. Hearst—well, what's the use trying to be funny with a man like that? Nine members of the McClure firm went to Martinique the day after the disaster, accompanied by Major Pond, to buy up a survivor to furnish exclu- sively to McClure’s Magazine material with which Mr. Ray Stannard Baker might write the experiences of an eye- witness. Mr. Alden, of Harper's Monthly, is congratulating himself because he has at last succeeded in making up a num- ber of his magazine, all the contribu- tors to which are women. The Editor of The Bookman was dis- charged the other day because he in- advertently failed to calla book pub- lished by Dodd, Mead and Company the greatest thing in literature. Frothingham Wells. A Description. A MTITLE girl, upon returning from witnessing her first wedding, was asked to describe the ceremony, to which she gave answer: ‘* Why, the man with the book and apron said, ‘My God, they are man and wife.’”’ Ww ISDOM shuns a painful topic; Folly buzzes round it. In 1910. “ DP you telephone for a new stomach?" “Yes. The doctor and two helpers will be here inside of an hour.” The Housewife’s Wail. A MODERN BALLADE, T WONDER where the Annes have fled, The Mollies, Maggies, and the Kates ; It cannot be they all are dead Who were sojourners in my gates— ‘The Sallies, they who smashed my plates, The Bridgets—have they passed away ? My ‘‘ad" for them unanswered waits— Where are the girls of yesterday ? Where's Mildred of the woolly head, Who never mastered days or dates? Where's Gretchen, she who burned the bread And left the ashes in the grates? Where's Flossie, she who pined for mates? Oh, tell me, have they passed away? My ‘‘ad” for them unanswered waits— Where are the girls of yesterday ? ENVoI. Alas for housewives! Rights and rates So scant avail, we still must say, “Our ‘ad’ for help unanswered waits— Where are the girls of yesterday ?"” Susie M. Best, Looked That Way. COBBLE : Has Bilder had any trou- ble with his wife? Stone: I infer so. home Mount Pelée. He calls his comicbooks.com