Life — December 3, 1903 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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TRIE OUR FOoLtsH. (ONTEMPORAR A DECEMBER IDEA Something In the crisp, fresh, bracing atrof December Auggests the glow of a grate fire, “two feet on the fen er,” the soft light of a sliken-curtained lamp, that old friend of solitude, a belar pipe, a box of tobacco, # match,—suppose Jou strike {t and step into the picture, and could king ask rts more? Yes, Indeed, one comfort more, and t of all—a glass of good old ale, clear as winter . ecked with snow-white c moonlig! taste, soothing to the mind, helpfal to the heart. All that ale, providing, of course, tt ts Evans’ Ale; for you may search the land over, you may gallon the sea, but an ale that's more perfect there never can be. Evans’ Ale has been for over one hundred years the standard for all that’s superiative tu the science of brewing ale, and it 1s to-day at the zenlth of Its fame. Youne Wirt I didn’t tell you, oked the d -day myself, thoughts 1 & poor Mary Ann a great Injustice Pearson's: Weekly. INFANTS THRIVE on cow's milk is not subject to any change of composition Eagle Brand Condensed Milk is always the same in all climates. WILLING TO DO HIS PART An old farmer once took tea with a former Duke and Duchess of Buccleuch at Drumlanrig Castle, bis grace’s Dumfriesshire estate. His first cup of tea was gone almost before the duchess had poured it out. again bis cup was passed along to thi e table. At the sixteenth cup the duchess becan y about the supply on band. John?" she asked. do ye gle? Jobn asked, cannily.— te How many cups do you take, w St. James Budg MOTEL VENDOME, BOSTON. All the attractions of hotel life, with the comforts and privacy of home, “Sie seems to be a natural filrt,” ald Natural?” the wo! impatiently replied. s nothing natural about her but the frame- Chicago Herald. “The work, Gint tx THE Granpstanp: Isn't that a cruel game? Do you think it's fair for a dozen men to pile themselves on top of the poor fellow that has the ball? Her Escort: No; there oughtn’t to be more than eleven of them, anyway.—Chicago Tribune. Pere blood, bright eyes, bounding step, high spirits, good health—synonymous with Abbott's, the Original Angostura Bitters, intelligently used, Test tt. Disrartt once said to an astonished circle in an English country house: “Dizzy bas the most wonderful moral and political courage, but be has no physical courage; I always have to pull the hower bath.”—Argonaut, y Is sald sometimes to assert itself first nthe part of the victim that all other people are crazy. This egolstic standard of judgment appears in a story told of a fond father. His ton is @ member of a regiment, The father went one evening to see the drill, and as bis son's compan sed him he exclaimed ust look at those boys! Why, my son Is the only one in step !"—New York Times, honor where honor is due. The World's Co- sition thus recognized Cook's Imperial Extra Dry Champagne. “L pon’r belie e in paying fancy prices for custom-made clothes,” said Kloseman. “Now, here’ a suit I bought ready made for It I were to tell you I pald $20 for it, wouldn't you believe it?” “I might if you told me over the telephone."— Philadelphia Press, Purity — above everything — distin- guishes Schlitz beer from the common. There’s a difference, of course, in the barley, the hops, the yeast. We use the costliest materials. But the goodness of Schlitz is mainly due to its healthfulness. The artesian water used—the absolute cleanliness—the filtering of the beer, and of even the air that touches it—the extreme aging—the sterilizing of every bottle after it is sealed; those are the facts that make Schlitz what it is. Those are the _ reasons why the demand for Schlitz exceeds a million barrels annually. Yet no standard beer—no beer that is good for you—costs less. Ask for the Brewery Bottling. $175. FOR A NAME We need a distinctive COINED ap for brochur ME for the ART of the CRAF . N WORKSHOPS Hustrating and explain’ g briefly the art to be named GUSTAV STICKLEY, No. 223 The Craftsman Building, SYRACUSE,N.Y. comicbooks.com