Life — December 1, 1904 — page 50: what you’re looking at

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J.W. ALEXANDER ‘LIFE: EQUITAB HENRY B. HYDE Founder J.H. HYDE President Vice-President A CHRISTMAS GIFT of a Government Bond for $10,000 would please your wife, wouldn’t it? It would please you, too, to be able to give it—but perhaps you can’t. You can, however—if you are in good health—make an investment that will give your wife—in the event of your death—an absolutely safe Gold Bond bearing 5% interest. Or the Bond will become your property in fifteen or twenty years if you live. Splendid opportunities for men of character to act as representatives Write to GAGE E. TARBELL, 2nd Vice-President. For full Information fill out this coupon or write. The Equitable Life Assurance Soclety of the United States, 120 Broadway, New York. Dept. No. 27. Please send me lsformation regarding your new Issue of Gold Bonds, Base figures on a block of $.... issued to a man years of age. Name Address.......... Three Women and Bohemia. HREE women knocked timidly at the Gate of Bohemia. were beautiful. One was known as “Clever.” The Gatekeeper, whose name was Censor, quickly appeared. “Thy Passports!” he said coldly. The beauties unveiled their faces. Pass in,” said Censor. The Clever one showed him the laurel she had won. ter,” said he, more kindly. Whereafter he closed the Gate. me whirled for a year, and in Bohemia reigned both Laughter and Tears. Two of them Three women walking abreast wished to make their exit from Bohemia, .The Gatekeeper appeared. Into their faces he looked searchingly, for no one leaves, even as no one enters, his territory unless he knows whence came they or whither they are going. “Thy fac Thy name?” “My name is—Impulse,” said she, hanging her head in very shame. “And thou hast come to grief,” he murmured pityingly. “Aye,” moaned Impulse. “I have come to bitter grief.” passed out, and walked downward towards the Valley of Pain. I know,” he said to the first woman, “and yet I place thee not Silently she “Thy face as well I know, yet name thee cannot I,” he said to her who came next. The white face, beautiful no longer, looked wistfully into his: “My name is—Vanity.” “Poor child! and Flattery has been thy ruin?” The woman shook her head dejectedly. Censor looked in silence at her. “Did no one warn thee of this oily Knave?” asked he. “Experience did. Not once, but many times. Also, ‘Keep far from she said, ‘'tis not safe for thee.’ I would not heed.” Sadly, she, too, passed out, and, as the first, went down towards the Valley of Pain with lowered head and gait of one grown old. Then turned the old Gatekeeper to the last of the three who wished to leave, “Oh, I know thee!” he cried. “Nay,” she protested, “that is but a name man-given, rightful name.” “And how,” asked the Keeper, “has Bohemia treated thee ?” “Well!” cried the woman. “Always have men acted towards me as real men should. Burdens too heavy for woman's strength have they helped me bear right manfully.” “Hast thou met Laughter?” “Aye, and her sister, Tears, and both I liked full well. Tears, though sad, oft comforted, and Laughter made tedious work seem play.” “But Flattery “Upon his face I shut my door,” laughed Industry. “And—Bacchus, Bohemia’s famous God?” “None of his vintages have touched my lips. “Thy name is—Cleverness.” Industry is my I kept brain-clear.” +) While I watched they rolled into the gutter, scratching like cats ‘| what yer doin’? “And Love?” whispered Censor. The woman blushed right rosily. “For Love’s dear sake I get me hence—he bids me leave Bohemia, and from thence I go—forever.” As she spoke a majestic form emerged from a sheltered place near the It was Experience. Thou hast heeded my said, both Fame and Love. varnings, and so has come to thee, even as I hou art well called—Cleverness.” The Gatekeeper opened the gate, and Industry, with eyes alight, also * passed out.— Minna Thomas Antrim in Lippincott’s Magazine, “T WAS watching the bulletins, when my attention was attracted to two youngsters who were squared off at each other in Queensberry style. “L separated the belligerents. Then they turned on me. ‘Hey, mister » yelled one. ‘Can't two friends fight without somebody buttin’ in?” 1 permitted the fight to go on.”—IVashington Post. comicbooks.com