Life — July 30, 1903 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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107 The Land of (Broken) Promise. SAT within the soft light of my room “Cheer up,” I cried, “‘unbind that grief- By alimony’s artful aid surrounded, When from the outer drip of rain and gloom A wail resounded, And lo! soft-stepping to the clear are-light, Shade of Guinevere emerged to sight. The “Why come you weeping? Truth. RUTH,” declares Mrs. Baker G. Eddy, ‘ happifies life.” Truth is certainly a powerful medi- cameyt in the hands of the competent practitioner. Some people call in the merest horse doctor, when they are ill, because his services are to be cheaply had. Of course they cannot rightly expect to benefit by the administration of tratb at his hands. There are stomachs which reject the trath unless it is adroitly disguised. “on (1 often read the ldyls of the King And sought to greet her with the proper thing) — “Gramercy on us, queenly Guinevere! Why come you weeping through my flat amort?"’ — She, moaning, answered, “ Reft of Lance lot, And lett. by court, I dread the prospect of a vacant Ife That am not nun, widow. maid nor wife." Arthur in the cloister’s or bound brow ; — Of trouble you have had your fill and quota,— If cloister courts cannot dissolve your vow, Go, seek those of Dakota! (Dakota is the single State — indeed — Where all of the united states are freed)— A ‘sovereign State,’ to meet a sovereign’s need.” | #401" 6 Puzzling she went; I woke up with a start— Next week a plain announcemen reached me here— Wedded : Sir Lancelot du Lac, Bart., to Ex-Queen Guinevere. Otho Cushing. Earnest Effort Is Not Without Avail. A RIGHTEOUS old trog who had lived alone in an obscure stream corner of the set out to better the world, and one day found him- self in a pond full of tadpoles, Sax, Comparing these awkward creatures with his own tailless perfection, he was filled and thrilled with a fine frenzy of reform. Night and day he preached to them on the necessity and daty of getting rid of their sinful tails. Such appendages, he assured tliem, were a shame and a degradation, and every self-respecting and ambitious tadpole should cast his off without delay. Being impressionable tadpoles, they gave ear to his counsels and worried over their unregenerate condition. To live tailless became their ideal. ‘‘ Take our tails or take our lives” was their prayer, When at last all the tadpoles, save those who had worried themselves to death, were grown up, the wise old frog, loaded with gratitude and honor by the emancipated converts, retired to his obscure corner and croaked bim- self hoarse with self-congratulations for the good he had done. He died happy. Haee fabuta docet—What a sad world this would be without aries ! mission- Adeline Champney. comicbooks.com