Life — September 5, 1907 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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280 Our Fresh Air Fund REVIOUSLY acknowledged $5,033 The subscription to Fresh Air Fund. 7 too ‘Thaila and Maicoim 28 A Newport Subscriber 15 hur Hunter Proceeds of 3s given in Kast Ham ton, LI WV Wool, Jee: Fre W: Solley, Adeian de Kay. Tum Keek, F, Houston Solley... AGH... Walter $.ii MT. M. SCPauv's Chure css K.G.b. Sand E Anonymois ius, Beverly and Li Zephyt Heights Miss M. Godshalk Dssining, N. ¥ 8888883 Total... $5,362 Acknowledged with Thanks 5,00 receipts, Live's Farm, Redfield Brothers Postal from Life’s Farm EAR MAMA L write you these few lines to let you know that we arrived alright as all is well we get all we want to eat and we goout for a walk Play games goswimming get apples Berries of all kind And Hopeing that you re well with Best wishes toall I remain Your son Jous Lifes Farm Branchbeld, Connecutte Good-bye to all. Aftermath “AZOUR face," quoth she, “doth quite familiar seem. Have we e’er met, or was it in some dream, PF” some vision that hath come in days now dead? Your face is so familiar, sir,” she said. “Perhaps,” said I, “to tell you all the truth, I’ve worn this self-same face since early youth. I got it from my parents as a sort Of birthday present—number one, in short. “From then till now, let me confess to you, I’ve clung to it right steadfastly and tru And hence it chanced, in August of last year, When I came down, I brought it with me here. “Twas then you saw it first, down by the wood. We met alone and for an instant stood, And then moved on. With none to make us known ‘That was the only thing that could be done. ‘ext day we met again, and then some more, And finally, when August was half o'er, Beneath the stars you heard me kneel and say The words that let me rise—your fiancé.” “Ah, yes, I now remember,” she replied “Twas pleasant, was it not?” and then she sighed. “Indeed it was,” I cried in ecstasy; “So pleasant—well, I’m here again, you see! “If you will shake that porpoise over there Who follows you about most everywhere— AT LIFE'S FARM CATCHING BUTTERFLIES The heavy chap with loud and blatant vest, Who more with jewels than with wit is blessed— “T'd like again, with this familiar face, Once more to take last summer’s favored place, And all the happy, lazy hours beguile Just basking in the sunlight of your smile.” “I wish you might,” she answered, “but, alas, ‘Those days again can never come to pas Gone is that bliss and that felicity, For in the spring the Porpoise married me.”” Whercon she rose and coldly walked away, And I packed up and moved along next day. John Kendrick Bangs. Ethics THICS isa pretty good thing, after all. It is to ethics that the disgruntled make their last appeal, and who of us, the way things are going, is never disgruntled? If there were no ethics, it would probably become expedient, if not necessary, to invent one. Ethics is morality brought up to date and adapted to the tastes of a fastidious generation. It resembles morality as the porcelain bathtub resembles the swimming-hole. That is to say, it is more advertised and can be had in the house. Ethics takes its place among the modern conveniences, morality among the inconveniences. Business is business. In a sense less strict, ethics is ethics Ethics and the zeitgeist are better friends than would appear from their manner in company. comicbooks.com