Life — July 11, 1907 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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AN OBJECTIONABLE CORRECTION Ina small church in one of the mining towns of Pennsylvania was a pulpit both antique and unique. It was about the size and shape of a flour barrel, was elevated from the floor about four feet and was fastened to the wall. The ascent was by narrow, inding steps A minister from a ncighboring town, a man of great vigor and preached day. While pee at force the J, but the wicked sh xd from his lips the its fastening and he fell out and rolled over on the floor congregation. In an instant he was on his feet again don’t mind the fall much, iladel phia Pubic Ledger. Hotel Vendome, Boston Ail the attractions of hotel life, with the com nd privacy the French composer, during his visit to Chicago ca brief address on America at a dinner party. “The American business spirit,” he he course of this address, 1 excellent thing. 5 btedly, America’s unex npled prosperity is due. But T think that this spirit is some: carried too far. For instance, in a hotel harber-shop. y T asked the barber if he had ever heard a certain pianist. “No, sir,’ he replied emphatically. “These pianists never patronize me and so I never patronize them.!"— Always open. Most superbly finished hotel s A QUESTION OF DEFINITION ink your railways are pleasing their patrons?” answered Mr. Dustin Sta iIways don't have patrons now a nsideration we issue seed citizens to go {rym one city to another. But we do not for a moment allow ourselves to assume the attitude of being patronized.”"—W “G-G-coow evening!” ssid the young man who had come to speak to the girl's father | “Good evening!” replied the old gentleman. “You look a | little nervous. How do you feel?" Flattered,” replied the young man. “I was afraid Tl scared to death." —Catholic Standard and Times. Tue Sovtut ror Hosprracity: The Manor, Asheville, North Carolina, is the best ina South.— Booklet. | NEEDED A CHISEL ‘The struggling author from the wilds of Indiana boldly entered the editorial sanctum. “T have come with my latest story,” he announced. “That so?” ejaculated the busy editor. “Let us hear how it runs. “Well, this is from the first chapter: ‘Casper had been standing as motionless as a block of granite. Suddenly he dropped on his knees before the beautiful girl with the alabaster brow and boldly proposed. It was then that she answered with a stony stareand handed him the marble heart. Then"— t the busy editor reached for the clipping shears. ‘oung man,” he thundered, “you have made a mistake. Take that story down to the nearest stoneyard. This is an editoria! office.” Chicago News. Rad-Bridge comes in a dozen forms and three dozen styles. A very bright San Francisco gitl, writing from Florence, Italy, where she is now the guest of a well known baroness, states that poor barons and other decayed gentlemen are so plentiful that the place reminds ber of a San Francisco insurance office— nothing but titles and family pride on all sides —Wesp. AN EXCHANGE in speaking of a deceased citizen said: “We knew him as old Ten Per Cent.—the more he had the less he spent—the more he got the less he lent—he's dead—we don't know where he went—but if his soul to heaven is sent—he'll own the harps and charge ‘em rent."—Southwesterner’s Book. PALL MALL FAMOUS CIGARETTES Society smiles its roval on those o smoke them A Shillingin London A Quarter Here caur Score: “They DONT KNOW “Why They Married”’ Few of us do for that matter—eh, what ? There's a little book that gives the whole stunt away—that's the title—“Why They Married.” It’s by James Montgomery Flagg. 75 CENTS POSTPAID LIFE PUBLISHING COMPANY New York City kille He | nost the 1] befor fied you'r K belie m