Life — February 22, 1906 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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E Ege Fe Kric Vast Sn Evel a Wb od Se HEROES: PERISHABLE GOODS. EROES are like sulphur matches, Scratched and lit, then throws away. ry Dewey has his arches, very Dowie has his day. sor laurels, shouts or hisses: pran hour Fame’s tributes voice, f, alas! as Hobson's kisses, lence, now, is Hobson's choic or Wagner, like a ste ed and spurned, lies on the floor ; a the Rockefell - Bogie carcely scares u any more 5 And H Int already Life 1 surance jardly fills the public bill— he name of all enduran Can't we get another thrill ? The Fool and the Wise Man. NCE upon a time, a Fool starte out on a journey, At first he was very happy and sang merrily as he skipped along, rejoicing with the birds and butterflies that flew among the flowers that bordered the way Much to his surprise, as he journeyed farther and farther, the flowers and trees gave way to rocks and we bree were no longer cooling, and the sun upon him. ‘The Fool was hungry, thirsty, and tired beat down merciles: The sharp stones cut his fect and he was very misera As he was plodding along with hang- ing head he heard a welcome sound of falling water, and turning his head to see whence it came, he saw not far from the road a spacious garden, full of trees and fountains. He turned from the hard path, and going to the gate of the garden pressed his face against the bars and peered in. Seated in the midst of the garden, upon a marble bench, was a beautiful woman, who beckoned with her hand, and called to him bidding him enter The weary Fool placed his hand up- on the latch and wasabout to obey her summons. when a Wise Man appeared Hero-worship suicidal’s Scarce to be encouraged, » All these perishable idols We may search from Maine to Dawson Vainly in our hero-hunt— How can Truthful Thomas Lawson Dish us up another stunt Painting Wall Street's job and stock work Ina way to wreck the town ? Can it be that Lawson's clockwork Is discreetly running down ? Gods financial, briefly risen To the Seats of the Admired, Go to Newport or to prison And are quietly retired, Gods, alas for your endeavor To retain the public view— Nothing seems to last forever; No, not even C. Depew ! Disconcert the worshipper. Rut while hands of desecration Tip each god from off his shelf We have yet one consolation— Teddy Roosevelt's still Himself ! on the road who called tothe Fooland said, “ Friend, do you know where you are going?" The Fool replied that he did not, whereupon the Wise Man speke as follows: * That garden, which you are about to enter, is the home of the Beautiful Woman whom you sce seated upon the bench. Her name is She offers you rest and refreshment. If you enter, she will show you pleasures of which you have never dreamed, but beware, as she will take your soul as paym for her services.” Now his soul was something th: the Fool was wont to set great store by, so he returned to the highway: still longing for the pleasures of the garden, but considering the price too The road seemed hotter and rougher than before, and to make matters worse, he was constantly tormented by the remembrance of the garden with its trees and fountains. At last he could stand itnolonger. He quickly retraced his steps,and before long stood once more at the gate of the garden. This time he did not hesitate, but opened the gate and entered. The Beautiful Woman was still seated on the bench, and at her feet the Fool saw the Wise bee H.LY ©. Wallace Irie, Perplexing. DESCRIBING the Vale dinner in New York, the Vale 2Mamné Weekly says that “Col, Osborn’s specch was a ie precursor tothe ress by Mr. Wilder, whose char- acter and contents sustain the reputation he has now clearly won, The allusion to Mr. Wilder's con- tents, though interesting, is obscure. No doubt his after-dinner contents at the time of speaking is meant, but even so, in what sense, or aspect, or particu- lar did they sustain his reputation ? Contents in the abstract help no man's fame; it isthe way he carries them that brings distinction. We guess, and guess with confidence, that it was the y Mr. Amos Parker Wilder rose above and handled his contents at the Yale dinner that sustained his reputation, but that easy hypothesis stirs the mind to further speculation. What had he had, neighbor? How many gallons, or liters, of what, did Mr. Parker Wilder have in him when he spoke? He is a good speaker. Estimated in wet-measure terms is he yet as great an orator as Webster? comicbooks.com