Life — September 14, 1905 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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Credit. UR credit is the thing we need— The burden of our daily song. Man wants but Hitt below, But, ob, he wants that little long. Her Sacrifice. N°. said the theatrical manager to the - Society - woman - who - has - adopted - the - stage -career, "I fear ment to acting réle you a that you have not the tempe essay the very ex © $0 y to prese human emotion. ‘The-Society-;woman-who-ha recently - adopted-the-stage a-carcer looked fixedly at him a moment before replying, an almost pitying wonder in her beautiful eyes. ‘ Do you, then, doubt that I have drunk deep of the waters of and have been tried in the 2?" she asked in a low, pained tone, “T do," he remarked with brutal frankness; ‘ you have always been a petted daughter of wealth, with every wish tified since your e t years, You may have known some little trials, but—"" he threw out his hands with a y and turned on his heel as if about to end ie gesture of fin the interview. “One moment,” she cried ringing tones; ‘you will admit that the fame of my beauty is world-wide.” “Yes,” he answered grudgingly ; "‘ your picture appears azines and newspapers; you are cer- but I do not consider you equal to the it, I must insist."” she moaned, covering her eyes with her white jeweled hands, “your taunts show me that I must reveal rible secrets of my Past! yous hope in his eyes. erly. Aye, plexion? To secure it I had t man!" sternly, ‘Secrets, indeed, and a pa she hissed, Do you see this rose-leaf co: ‘crs of cuticle removed and for weeks after suffered the torments of the lost. To this classic nose, paraffin was injected beneath the nd I endured the agonies of necrosis of the bone. To gain these delicately drawn back. These long, sweeping lashes were sewn through my eyelids, and to attain this rare, ‘Titian shade of air I almost lost my sight. And yet you say I have not skin, a arching brows my scalp was cut and fered at tears were running Jown the hardened manager's And in order to secure temper: claimed, ‘I might have decided on an actress who has known the petty griefs of being jilted twenty or thirty -LIFE- times, or run over by an automobile, or starved while wait- ing for an engagement; might have selected some mer ordinary woman, content to remain as God made her, stead of one who has sacrificed all for Art. Mrs. Wilson Woodrow. Unavoidable. R OF AUTOMOBILE (¢0 chauffeur): Have you t employer? ‘an get one in the Ww any recommendation from your la Cuavrreur: No, sir, but I guess I rse of a month or “Why the delay?” “He's in the hospi OVE is a disease, in wh our only hope is that it is incurable. Dissension. “T HEAR that Mrs, Pippin and her husband are not living together."" “* What was the trouble? “Well, she became a Christian Scientist and he joined the Chorus Girls’ Union."* (@ eed v1 ease copy. knocks but once, Other knockers UTI TALL Sa IT'S NO LONGER DONE. Iv YOU'RE OUT AT A DINNER A BIG ONE, LET'S SAY, KAS SOON AS You'RE ADLE. FIND YOUR Ft IW AN THE CONES YOU SHOULDN'T STEP OVER THE TABLE. DN YOU STAIKE THE WRONG SIDE, comicbooks.com