Life — August 15, 1907 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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dal ew eal oat “Of Such Is the Kingdom of Heaven” (An American Vision) W NO longer believe in the cherubim-consumers floating amid the cloud-spaces and fingering unproductive harps Solid American horse-sense will have none of such stuff. Not only does it know better than to dally with the nonsense of suffering the rising generation to rust in profitless play, but it can also readily and without stretching matters justify its fine national industry of canning childhood. The breaker boys whose fingers redden the anthracite, the infants of the glass infernos and the babes of the cotton-hells can all give cards and spades to the mollycoddles of the harp strings. Medieval art, born in an age unblessed by humming factories and juicy figures of prosperity, must be held re- sponsible for -peopling the fancies of the sentimental with parasitic angels. If reformers had common sense, they would cease bidding us tease a generous Providence by monkeying with the present admirable arrangement of matters industrial. They are over much engrossed with the affairs of this planet, anyway. Let them give some thought to the conditions in the after-life. Thus far our surmises as to the other world have sifted down through inept religious visionaries. What we need is a sound word on this subject from a practical mind. Only practical persons can understand what prosperity means and there must be a stiff price for it. They should be able to show with case that what the dreamers call the wheels of fate and the loom of destiny are nothing more than typical American enterprise on a cosmic scale, And surely for such a job trained hands are needed and not transfigured ninnies. A truce to agitation. Child labor is fulfilling a Divine purpose. Train up a child in the way he should toil and when he is dead he will make good. Meyer Bloomfield. Ir. DREAMS came true there would be a great reform in diet. Unselfishness HE porch-hens fill the piazza chairs, And read and embroider and knit; From morn till night they never desert ‘The comfortable spot where they sit. They watch the stage and the office door, And the bay where the sea-gulls flock, And nothing bafiles their searchlight gaze As they gossip and rock, and rock I'm the only girl—that’s alive—in the place, And there’s but one possible man, So I flirt with him quite outrageously Whenever I publicly can; For the porch-hens’ lives are arid and dull, And they pine for some pleasant shock, So I give them something to talk about, As they gossip and rock, and rock. He's the dullest man on the coast of Maine, And he bores me until I ache, acrifice my feelings to keep pse poor old ladies awake ; I sit with him out on the moonlit pier Till the dampness ru And when, sometime in the ‘The man that I care for Such proof of my arrant duplicity Will give them the time of their lives. Yet none of them would admit the fact, At the very thought they would mock, But I've made the spice of the summer to them, As they gossip and rock, and rock Katharine Perry EPORTS that Ouida is starving have been followed by other reports that she finds satisfaction in that condition and objects with much spirit to being relieved. No doubt she has become very imperfectly capable of taking care of herself, but at least she is living up to the principles by which she flourished. Among all the heroes of Ouida’s novels we do not recall any successful business man. SIT fair to the people of Indiana to accept Senator Beveridge as the measure of their intelligence? Is that all they know? comicbooks.com