Life, 1905-04-13 · page 7 of 22
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| brothers and sisters, how com- fort ng it is to feel that the Scrip- ture commands us not to give up anything, especially when it be- longs to our neighbors. Tell us more about it, teacher. It’s a grand thought. Lire: Mamie Eddy, suppose you tell us. Mamie Eppy Property—that is everything that belongs to your neighbor and represented by cash—is mortal mind. But love-money is all right, that is, immortal. Love-covet- ing is simply exchanging love- thoughts for cash. Treatments are simple—from five up. To love is to have and to hold. Giving up is what others should do to you. All is cash, when expressed in terms of love. Therefore, I am, thou art done, he is done, God is love. they are done. Lire: Kindly go to the head of the Hetty, have you anything to say? What's the mnatter with you, Russie Sage ? What are you squirming in your seat for ? Russie 8. Say, teacher, are you going to take up a collection? Lire: No, no—we can’t afford to spend the time to-da Now, Hetty. z Green: We should prey without ceasing. A mort- gage in the hand is worth two in the air. <A lawyer in time makes nine. Our neighbor is sacred—when he has anything to give up. Teacuer: Now, Russie Sage, what have you to say? Russie Sacre: Do you wish me to tell you ? Lt Yes, certainly, go on. Russie: How much isit worth? Hetty: You can’t get any- thing out of this crowd. “SAY, MISTER, GI 433 E THE CIGAR 2” Russie: Then this is no place for me. Come, boys and girls, we are wasting our time. Lire: What! You are not all going ? Mamie Eppy: Sure we are. Next time you get up a class, make it larger. We all know each other too well. Invite in a few outsiders and give us a chance at ‘em. Lire: Will you be good then ? Jounnie Junior: Well, we'll make good then. Eh, Mame ? Hereditary. HE PHILANTHROPIST: Har- old, where is that box of candy I brought home to your mother? “Tate it, pa. I wasafraid it might make her sick."* comicbooks.com