Life — January 17, 1907 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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LTHOUGH eighty-six years old, Donald We do ‘not Mitchell, or “Ik Magvel,” as he is best known, is hale and hearty and continues to et know how to make rubber life at Edgewood, on the outskirts of New Ha das * which has Leen his home for nearly fi _ tires out of anything but rubber. ey) Among the men of high rank in literary es- If we could leave out this important item pression who have celebrated their seventiet birthday anniversaries this year, Giosue Carducci, Iino + , the Italian poet, man of letters, professor and Kelly-Springfield Tires \ Senator, is not least, says the San Francisco Argonaut. His countrymen have recently hon- would be cheaper than steel. If you’ve had ored him as their most distinguished li experience with tires that run dead and give out author, and there is abundant recognition of his ‘ ; influence on Italian literature, His “Hymn to instead of wearing out, then you know what _ Mp4 |Saa.” published in 1865, earned him the « . . animosity of the Vatican, and he is still under would happen to Kelly-Springfield Tires if the the ban of the Church. He received the Nobel prize this year. amount of rubber was reduced, the quality cheap- HF YJ| "a reporter of the London Chronicle recent “ne _ 5 1 aie, called upon and interviewed Mrs. Mary Ann ened or the construction altered. Cooper, now ninety-five years old, who was the “Rubber Tired” is a little book that = original of “Little Dorrit.” Mrs. Cooper lives all drivers will like. Sent free. in Islington, and is not neglected, as she was prevailed upon to open an entertainment and Conse lldated Fubber Tite Cou bazaar for charitable work a few days ago, and e Street, New Yor! sie the ne ‘Akron, Ohio her portrait was sold at its counters. HE Evening Post declares that the major of children’s books published this rubbish: ‘The change which a century has wrought in books for children is forcibly shown in Henry Frowd reissue of Mary Wollstonccraft’s “ Original St from Real Life: with Conversations Calculated Regulate the Affections and Form the Mind to Truth and Goodness.” The volume, first published in 1791, is characteristic of the author of “A \ dication of the Rights of Wom: nd characteris also of the age. That was the period when Da “Sanford and Merton,” Mrs. Trimmer’s “ History of the Robins,” Holcroft’s translation of Madame de Genlis’s “Tales of the Castle,” and Maria EF worth’s “Parent sistant”’—when this solid of didacticism was regarded as the very t cultivate in young people a taste for literatu stories contain relatively little incident, and that All these questions warranted to soothe the mind rather than excite it. There are long pages of discourse, dull, ¢ are fully and convin- to say priggish. In Mary Wollstonecraft Stories” a Mrs. Mason is always preaching to het P cingly answered in this y : When a storm is impending she assures the children: 1907 REO catalogue. ertainly, I am not afraid. 1 walk with the curity as when the sun enlivened the prospect If you want full —God is still present and we are safe. Should the motor-car value for flash that passes by us strike me dead, it cannot hurt me. I fear not death! I only fear that Being who your money, you can render death terrible, on whose providence I ‘ calmly rest; and my confidence earthly sorrows ought to write for cannot destroy. A mind is never truly great till the 1820 car do wave bes Srnp hon : Jove of virtue overcomes the fear of death.”” enoleccen arian this book to-day. Such a passage as this in “Original Storics,” any of these highly recommended books, is a com plete commentary on some often quoted sentences R.M. Owen @ Co. from Hazlitt’s essay, “On Reading Old Book: General Sales Agents He is speaking of the time when he was “a P _ thoughtless child”: Lansing, Mich. “Tom Jones,’ I remember, was the first we emai broke the spell. It came down in numbers once # arcu fortnight, in Cooke’s pocket-edition, embellished mont with cuts... . With what eagerness I used to look Pretty forward to the next number and open the pists! books Ah! never again shall I feel the enthusiastic ¢: light ate al comicbooks.com