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This page contains several humorous short stories and poems satirizing contemporary social changes in early 1900s America. **"The Pulse of Change"** mocks how modern literature and romantic expression have become overly intellectual and botanical—lovers now quote "plant creations" and "gyroscopes" rather than traditional romantic poetry, reflecting anxieties about modernism replacing classical sentiment. **"Get Wise"** is a theater anecdote about a woman trying to sit with friends who is rebuffed by a man claiming the woman beside him is his wife, using the period slang phrase "get wise" (meaning "understand/wake up"). **"Ginger of West Point"** recounts a cadet nicknamed for his red hair who gave an unexpectedly clever answer during an ordnance exam, contrasting his unremarkable appearance with hidden ability. The remaining pieces are brief satirical tales and advertisements typical of Life's format—mixing social commentary with humor about contemporary manners and fashions.

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Rete INT 6CISSORS AVE NyLin AM 5, | SSR), A, NyLlv THE PULSE OF CHANGE “GET WISE” The old order changeth, yielding place to new, A Laramie woman went to the theatre the other night with Especially with us. some friends, but when they were seated she was separated from The cage: crowds that’ Panaeal” woneaiew her friends by a man and a woman who seemed to pay noattention Salomé” now discuss. to each other, The woman figured out that if the two people Dearie” usurp the place of “Nancy Brown," would sit over a seat she could sit with her friends. Bracing up nge upon change her nerve, she said sweetly to the man, “Beg pardon, are you he clarion er: . 5 ” here alone?" ‘The man stared at the curtain as if he were draw Is lost in “Tw . ing a salary for it. “I beg pardon,” the woman said, a little So from the first eternal ordes louder, “are you alone?” "Get wise,” whispered the man From Pigs tn Clover to the Age of Aan, hoarsely through the extreme corner of his mouth; “this is my wife."—Laramie Boomera: ‘The poet finds the compass out of line, True as the gyroscope my heart to thine,” Such is his figure new And lovesick swains of “plant creations” speak, ‘That Burbank did devise “Soft as a cactus is thy mantling cheek.” The modern lover sighs. Iram indeed is gone with all his rose, Like balloon sleeves And elbow gloves. who knows? shops where once rhymed valentines we bought The picture prst-c: Little toy dogs, with rust and path Give way to Teddybears. so we sce how rolls this mundane ball, Why for a purpose quest? How doubt that this will soon become of all Possible worlds the best. When very children broaden slowly down From little Fauntleroy to Buster Brown? PL. A. in Harper's Weekly. “ GINGER“ OF WEST POINT The man who graduated at the font of the class that year (1860) had been six years at the Point and had just squeezed saints i= Lc gee hit J ahaa a through at last—Harold S. Borland, commonly known as WER SEAU SU THE PARLORS AND RAT BESAW ter" on account of his hair being the exact color of ground kinger. Bor 1 distinguished himself while reciting to dnance by a remarkable answer to the . question 1d, how many pieces will a twelve-pound AN IMPOSSIBLE: CONTRACT shell burst the average number having been determined Biron, wishing to regulate his expenditures, well by experiment called his administrator, who was growing rich behind his back, “Ginger” threw his eyes, unexpressive but very blue, on the and asked him floor and delibera a point “How much salary do you receive?” near the ceiling over "s head, still deeply re * Monsignore, I have only three hundred lire a month.”* fecting; y a No two." —Gen “I will give you twelve hundred on condition that you will no longer rob me." “It is impossible! At that sum, monsignore, I should lose too Wnar the Czar wants is a Duma that will confine itself to the much!"—Translated Jor Transatlantic Tales from It Motto per opening prayer and a motion to adjourn.— Washington Star. Ridere THE INVISIBLE GROUP “1 called on George Grey Barnard in Paris last_ month,” said a Philadelphian. “Mr. Barnard is the chief sculptor of our new capitol at Harrisburg. a deservedly successful man “While we were looking over various sketches in the stu: 4 young French painter entered. “*Have you heard the story about Garpeau?! the newcom cried “We hadn't heard it, ‘Therefore, the young man toll it to us, “Garpeau, it seems, was a sculptor of great talent and great eccentricity. A rich patron of the arts commissioned him to do a life-size group representing Polyphemus, the Cyclops, crus the youth Acis under a rock. This powerful patron was not to be offended. Therefore, Garpeau accepted the commission. But he could make neither head nor tail of it. It did not appeal to him. It was a subject in which he could not take the slightest interest. And every week or so the rich patron asked him reproachfully how his group was getting on, and Garpeau could only shake his by It was embarrassing. “Well, one day Garpeau sent for the patron, “"There is your group,’ he said, and he pointed to a great, rough lump of clay in the corner of the studio—a mere formless mass of clay, no more. ly group?" cried the patron. ‘Where?’ “There, said Garpeau, impatiently. ‘There, to be sure. Don't you see the rock ?* “* But where is the youth Acis?* “Under the rock, of course,’ said Garpeau. *Crushet. In. visible? *But the Cyclops Polyphemus? Where is he?* one off about his business," said Garpeau. *You don't suppose he'd be hanging around, do you, after committing crime like that ??"—Washington Star In A recent number of a German magazine a writer offers a variant of the tale lately published in a book ot children’s true sayings, which relates how two small girls tried to sit on one stool, and one of them remarked: “If one of us was to get off the stool, there would he more room for me." The Teutonic version tells how a German sat by the bedside of his dying wife and murmured piously: “If it pleases the good God to take one of us, I shall go to Berlin."—Builalo Conemerciat. THE THOUGHTFUL HUSBAND Sart (who has just met Jones serenely carrying @ bundle of frewood): What the deuce have you got there, Jones? Jones: Little present; some shparagus for the mishis.—The Tatter, Or FREAK newspapers, one of the most remarkable was the Luminaria, published in Madrid. ‘The ink with which it was printed contained a small percentage of phosphorus, so that the letters were visible and the paper could be read in the dark. An other was the Regal, printed with an ink guaranteed nonpoison: ous, on thin sheets of dough. After absorbing all the information the sheet contained, one could eat it, thus deriving from it nour ishment for mind and body.— Bellman, | Lire is published every Thursday. $5.00 a year in advance. Postage to foreign countries in the _ Saarbach’s News Exchange, 1, New Coventry Street, Leicester Square, W., London; Saarbach's Postal Union, $1.04 a year extra. Single current copies, 10 cents. Hack numbers, after three months News Exchange, 9 Rue St. Georges, Paris; Saarbach’s News Exchange, 1, Via Firenze, Milan: from date of publication, 25 cents . Saarbach’s News Exchange, Mayence, Germany. Lu is for sale by all Ne ct The International News Company, Breams — No contribution will be returned unless accom panied by stam ped and addressed envelope. Building. Chancery L The illustrations in Live. are copyrighted and are not to be reproduced. Brentano's, 37 Avenu i Prompt notification should be sent by subscribers of any change e] address, The First Derby made in America was a C. @ K. Hats for Men Wh ih ke NAPP-FELT T, oad OC ER Hats have back of them fifty years E experience in making fine hats in the C. & K. shop. Kaapp-Felt DeLuxe Hats are Six Doll ‘The Champagne of Waters Knapp-Felt Hats are Four Dollars, everywhere. ‘Write for “The Hatman”* Tur CroruT & KNAPP Co. BROADWAY. AT THIRTEENTH STREET, NEW YORK comicbooks.com