Life — August 22, 1907 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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—— Ss “HURRY UP, FELLERS! “Of course not. That's why you never got on before. I can fill this place in other ways besides being flirted with. I know it. And now we've got a good start and money enough to adver- tise and make improvements for next scason—why, it will be easy. You need a woman in charge anyway.” Dobson grasped her hands in his. “T need you,” he said. ‘Will you let me have you?” She smiled. “On one condition.” “And that?” “Do you really think, now, you could learn to love me? After all, you are but aman.” “T could learn to love you better than all the rest of them.” “They all say that.” He took her hand. “Will you let me kiss you?” “Not now. Perhaps later.” “Say you love me.” “Certainly. I adore you. Dobson was beside himself. He reached forward eagerly. to put his arms about her. “Will you marry me?” “Perhaps. We are both so young.” He tried THEY'RE OPEN-WORK."” Dobson attempted to fold her in his arms. But with a sudden, decisive move- ment she rose. “There!” she said; “now I must be going.” “What do you mean?” And she smiled back at him. “Why, don’t you understand? Didn't you want me to show you how it was done?” Chesterton Todd. Wisdom Tabloid HE retort to censure is often like the sparks that fly from red-hot iron when the blacksmith smites it. The sparks fly harmless and are gone, but the shaping mark remains in the iron. ICHMAN : And you intend yours to be a cemetery of moundless graves? Cemetery Promoter: Precisely so, sir. The graveyard has long been the pleasure resort of countless people and our idea is to create a combined ceme- tery and golf-links. OMAN is a thing of beauty and an expense forever. 231 We Have Lost St. Gaudens c IS a great public misfortune that Au- gustus St. Gaudens should not have lived and worked his time more fully out He is dead at fifty-nine, leaving behind him, to be sure, the noblest monuments of sculpture which our country posses but leaving also-a great regret that « shall not have from him the fruits of another ten years of his genius and his labor. He did this country a service of profound and lasting value. His greater works stand where thousands see them every day, and to every intelligent mind that dwells upon them. Each of them is a joy, an inspiration and a lesson. Hap- pily for New York, it has four or five ad- mirable examples of his work and h: them in fit places, where their jnflue will be felt as long as bronze and granite shall endure. We owe to such an artist as St. Gau- dens a double debt: first, because of great and beautiful works that he has conferred upon us; second, because he has saved us from the perpetual contem- plation of works of inferior merit that would have stood where his works stand if he had not filled the places. “ D)ID you hear about Isaac?” ’y, what happened him? “He had his appendix taken away last Saturday.” “Vot a fool; vy didn’t he have it in his wife’s name!” AUTO TROUBLE A SOFT TIRE comicbooks.com