Life, 1907-06-13 · page 8 of 24
Life — June 13, 1907 — page 8: what you’re looking at
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This page contains three distinct sections: **"Weather"** and **"Come, Little Children!"** are poems encouraging outdoor activities and escaping urban slums—typical turn-of-century progressive rhetoric about fresh air and nature's benefits. **"Prayers"** is a brief satirical commentary mocking wealthy New Yorkers. It ridicules a young person who "blew $250,000 into a wedding trousseau," suggesting that having substantial money doesn't prevent people from being foolish with it. The satire implies such wealthy individuals deserve no sympathy for poor financial decisions. The photograph shows a large gathering at "Life's Farm" with an American flag, appearing to document an actual event or property associated with the magazine itself—likely a promotional or social gathering.
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808 *LEPE* Weather HIS has been a cold spring. ‘There is no reason though to believe that the sun has permanently gone out of business. We are bound to have hot weather no matter how incredible that statement sounds And with that hot weather will come the usual suffering of the small folk who live in the slums. This weather talk i: without money. Come, Little Children ! OME, little children, come away! Come where the winds are all at play; Come where the daisy blossoms nod And the red clover’s on the sod. The streams are laughing, cool and sweet, Coaxing your naked little feet. The flowers are reaching for your hand; paths that lead to fairyland d the leafy shadows wait. Oh, come, and push the woodland gate! Come, where the elves and fairies stray; Oh, little children, come away! Come, for the butterflies have come— ‘The bees are out, with buzz and hum; From last year’s drifted leaves the bright Ferns stretch their fingers to the light. The birds are building—come and sec How homes are made in bush and trce Watch how the squirrels swing and leap, And how the scythes the meadows sweep. Run with the moths and dragon-fies, Rest where the long, dark shadow lies. simply to remind Lire our Fresh Air Fund at Lire’s Farm will begin v generous readers that the work of soon and that it cannot be done Breathe—breathe the breath of new-cut hay- Oh, little children, come away! Come, little children—children, dear; Children of many a sob and tear— Forget the hurt, the strange, sad life Of toil and care and want and strife; ‘The noise and heat, the high dark walls, The grind of wheels, the cries and calls Of greed and need... . The sin and woe Your souls were never meant to know! Even unto the least of these,” Christ. prayed for you; knees Let our hearts answer as we pr: Come, little children, come away! Madeline Bridges. and on our Prayers WHILE it appears to be true that a young person in New York has lately blown $250,000 into a wedding trousseau, this does not necessarily mean “ FIRST-RATE ; I ONLY PEAR THAT WE'LL HAVE TO MOVE BY THE FOURTH OF JULY!" that our prayers for less prosperity have not been heard. The fact is, prosperity is not to be regulated, as your motor car is, merely by touching a lever or two. Get- ting down from the high speed is rather a delicate process, especially as Provi- dence affiliates with the eastern wing of the Republican party, which, as we all know, is disposed to stand pat if it takes a leg. Moreover, it should not be lost sight of that unless certain fools are suffered to have enough money to part with con- vincingly, they are liable to remain un- identified. THE ARRIVAL AT LIFE’S FARM MARCHING AROUND THE PAVILION comicbooks.com