Life — August 22, 1907 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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“LIFE: Our Fresh Air Fund | ESD. winsn, Sy 900)| WS || DiCCoessers 1 2 In memoryolJ.A.t.. 50 Anonymous... vs..s2 40 George F.Cotlis. 1) 10 Keand Dow. 10 Acknowledged with Thanks ONE toe of 62 tennis halts fom the Nyack Country Club. Postals from Life’s Farm EAR AUNT GEORGE we got here very sifely and we are enjoying our vacation ve well. she docs not want to go home. that all. Answer to branchvill, Life farm Conn Drar Avxt Jexsir [ write you a few lines to ket you know iam havinga good time up here we have all kinds of sports an fun and tell aunt maggie I wish george was here to have some of the fun. no more From your neice Jenny Fuorexce. Dra Moire axp Fate we are having a nice time. And we are by nice people and kind people We go in bathing every tuo days. And please send me a dime or a nickel. I was very glad that we got here at seven o'clock I hope you will send me that money. I send a kiss to cach one, I hope you are all well. Regards from all. Sinking War to the Level of a Sport Cc PTAIN MAHAN, at the Hague Congress, argued against immunity of merchant vessels and their cargoes from capture in war time. It is an incentive to war, he says, to remove such an evil as thi So it is, and it would deprive naval officers of their only chance to get rich, for it would abolish prize money. The Hague Congress seems to want to sink war to the level ofa sport. The football congress last summer showed the same disposition concerning football. Bishop Cusick A Friend In memory of a Chit RK. HW $25 00 20 00 10 10 Toual..... $1,260 83 well may is enjoying herself very AT LIFE’S FARM An Angel of Prosperity OUNG John Dobson sat gloomily in the office of his little inn at Shadyside Corners, looking disconso- over his accounts. ‘The summer season was beginning, but his inn had been passed by and the prospects were that it would be almost empty during the entire summer, ‘There was a time when Shadyside Corners was a fashionable resort, but other preferences had come, and Dobson saw ruin staring him in the face. His father had left him the inn as a bachelor’s inheritance. It had been in the family for genera- tions and for reasons of sentiment, if nothing else, he desired to keep it up. ‘here was a knock at the door. A young woman stood on the threshold, a young woman such as Mr. Dobson had not seen for years. She was fresh, she was piquant, she was every- thing that any man might desire in the way of clothes, looks and youth. In brief, she was delightful. “May I come in?” Mr. Dobson rose and offered her a chair. “What can I do for you?” “T will come to the point at once. I am a professional guest. Two years ago my father died and left me and mamma penniless, and I have been obliged to earn my own living since. I fill your hotel with guests—young men, of course—the most desirable, easiest-paying kind. All I ask on your part is to provide a good table. I'll do the rest.” She smiled at him confidently. “Tl also supply the surroundings,” she said. “I don’t quite understand you,” stammered poor Dobson, so sudden had been the entrance of his visitor. “Ir’s all quite simple—a matter of business, you know. I have a complete list of nice young men who spend their vaca- tions in places like this—I got it from an agency. I call on them and persuade them to spend their vacations here. Trust me to do that. When the season opens I’m on the spot, with mamma as chaperon, and divide my time among them. They tell about me to others. Mothers come to investigate. Why, in a month or so I'll have your house filled! It’s awfully hard work, you know. But I’m young and strong, and besides, if one knows how, it’s so much easier.”” Mr. Dobson's eyes grew big. “Do—you—flirt with them ? “Sure. You didn’t suppos afghans, or read Sunday she laughed. “But you can’t flirt with all of them at once.” “Oh, can’t I! That’s my business. You provide food for them, don’t you? Well, I provide sentiment. Besides, flirting isn’t all hard labor. There are all stages to it. There's leading he asked. I sat on the piazza and knitted school books to them, did you?” comicbooks.com