Life — May 5, 1904 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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WOOD SONG. D. Cupid, Op. 1920. The Sounds of Peace. HEN the Eastern foemen battle, And the warrior shoots his load, | Whilethe busy Gatlings rattle And torpedo-boats explode, | Sure, it seems a dreadful pity ‘That these men who face decease Can't be dwelling in the city And enjoy the sounds of peace. Where the subway’s soft explosion Tears tranquillity in twain, Midst the regular commotion Of the elevated train ; Where the happy newsboys yelling Drown the merry call, ** Police 1? And a German band is swelling All these gentle sounds of peace. Fighting men must face explosions, Jarring dynamite and shell, And the various commotions Which convince that ** war is hell.”* 429 But the powder-laden zephyr Which is roaring over seas Couldn't make us any deafer Than these whooping times of peace. Wallace Irwin, Keen. “HEY were disappointed in love, weren't they?” “Yes, Each thought the other had money.”” HILDHOOD fears no future for it knows no past. comicbooks.com