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This page contains a **serialized short story** (titled "LIFE") about an adult who disguises himself as a child in an oversized coat and hat to visit a woman named Clara Louise. The narrative involves him stealing fifty dollars from his mother's bureau, convincing a cab driver he's a 30-year-old "Liliputian" (tiny person) opening at Coney Island, and suffering from colic during his journey. The humor relies on **absurdist role-play**: an adult pretending to be a child, fabricating an elaborate cover story, and experiencing infantile ailments as a consequence. The page also contains a **FIAT automobiles advertisement** from Hollander & Tangeman, emphasizing the car's racing victories and that models are "completely equipped, ready for the road." For modern readers: the story's comedy—an adult in child's clothing claiming to be a circus performer—would seem peculiar today. The advertisement demonstrates early automotive marketing through performance bragging rather than practical features. The page reflects 1910s American magazine culture mixing serialized fiction with commercial advertising.

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gojks Jt FES: “Certainly,” I replied. “Leave an extra supply of milk, and I'll be all right. And if you'll put that volume of Charles Lamb within reach, I'll be obliged.” In a few moments I was alone. Louise possessed me. Why not? \t once I began to cast about me for the means. her—four years old, He had gone to visit his grandmother, some of his clothes were leit. Hastily I went into the cipal chamber in the small house. I opened closet after closet. Finally search was rewarded. Here was a child’s coat that would cover me 1 head to foot. I tried it on, and while somewhat large, it answered the pi The next thing was money. the next day, and that I had heard my £ Perhaps he had put it in some safe place. | found a bunch of keys where I had scen my mother hide them, c by one I tried all the bureau drawers. Hurrah! Underneath a handkerchief box in the right-hand drawer of y mother’s bureau was a roll of fifty dollars that she had put there to sive the agent when he came. I experienced some remorse as I took it out and put i pocket, but the thought of Clara Louise sustained me. Putting on a Tam o’ Shanter hat, nearly two sizes too large, I started out of the front door—still a little wobbly on my legs, but able to navigate. The day was bright and beautiful. The May sun shone over all. 1 walked slowly along the strect until I came to a main thoroughfare. I walked up to the cab driver. Suddenly a great longing to see Clara iad a bro but I suspected ose. Tt flashed across me that the rent was due er say he had brought it home. in my little inside lonely cab attracted my attention. “Are you engaged?” The driver rubbed his eyes and looked at me. timely laughter. Whose kid be you?” he asked. f caught him by the arm and drew his face down to mine. Lhave always been gifted with a rare presence of mind. “Do you know what a Liliputian is?” I whispered. He gazed at me incredulously Then he burst into un- “Be you wan of thim things?” he asked. “That's right. Smallest in the world. Would you believe it, but I'm thirty years old.” He held his hands up. “Uv all things,” he said. “Yes, and I'm opening at Coney Island in a few weeks. In the mean- time you drive me over to the Grand Central.” I handed him a five- dollar bill. 1 have ever observed that money talks. He the door, assisted me in, and in another moment I was on my way to Newport and Clara Louise. While 1 bowled along over the I Bridge and up Broadway and Fifth Avenue toward the station, so absorbed was [ in my new adventure that for some time [ didn’t realize that in my excitement L had come off without any milk Suddenly as my journey was coming to a close, without any warning [ was doubled up with an acute As I lay writhing on the seat of the cab, it stopped at the station. The driver got out and opened the door. At that moment it made no difference to me what happened. 1 can vouch for it that no one knows what the average baby suffers from this terrible complaint Here we said the cabman. “Hello, phat’s up wid you?” “Run over and get me a bottle of hot milk,” T ped. [T managed to xtract a dollar bill from my roll and handed it to him. Hurry, man!” [ exclaimed. “L tought vex was wan o” thim Lillipumptions,” he said, you a grown infant?” “Yes, yes.” [ cried, “never mind the bottle hurry. Don’t you know, you idiot, that all Lili milk dict?” He was gone for some time but finally came back with a cup of milk. [ swallowed the contents hot as they were, and gradually stretched out, with relief. “Con Newport.” Surrounded by a larg wonder met me on every side ticket office. swung open oklyn ase of colic. are Say, beant Bring it in a eup—only utians have to live on a I said, “and find out for me when the next train leaves for crowd we entered the station. Exelamations of The cabman held me in his arms at the Hollander & Tangeman Announce that by Special Arrangement they now have a full line of FIAT AUTOM OBILES Completely equipped, ready for the road when. purchased Lancia, driving one of these cars, in the VANDERBILT CUP RACE Broke all world’s records, making an average speed for 220 miles of over 70 mile: r would undoubtedly hav But for the unfortunate ident the FIAT c. n hour, covering the distance in 185 minutes. finished first, as it was leading by over thirty miles at the time, and had completely lapped the field, something unheard of before in automobile racing. The New York Hera/d truly says: “To France the cup, to Italy the glory FIAT won Second and Third in GORDON BENNETT RACE and now HOLDS FIVE Intending purchasers should call and inspect these cars. WORLD RECORDS Both closed and open bodies now ready—the product of the foremost European and American designers, 3 and 5 West 45th Street, New York SOLE AMERICAN AGENTS LICENSED IMPORTERS UNDER SELDEN PATENT comicbooks.com