Life — October 24, 1907 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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*LIFE- 491 Mr, George craned his neck in every direction, but nowhere could he discern a sail tutional under the power given Congress to regulate Interstate Commerce.” “Ah,” said Mr. George, “I can see the distinction and in the division of authority it seems to be fitting that the State should regulate the woodchuck and the nation the woodcock. But there is another subject which has been troubling me still further. I can see a stronger reason for the passage of a Federal Divorce Law. I am, as you know, a man of the strictest morals and the utmost respectability, and I am much pained by the prevailing looseness of the marriage tic and by the flippant manner in which both men and women seck the courts of South Dakota, where justice winks a lenicnt eye on those who are tired out by the shackles of matrimony; and still further, I understand that the same person in our confusion of laws who, while in New Jersey may be a lady of the greatest re- spectability, on crossing the ferry to New York City may lose her character, and it seems to me that something must be done to stop this confusion of laws and to make character a posses- sion which is more likely to stick to one. But,” said Mr. George, “I am told that there is no clause in the Constitution which will enable Congress to regulate divorces.” “Ab, Uncle George,” said Rollo, “you are off your trolley there.” “You surprise me, Mr. President,” said Mr. George. “Does not the Constitution,” said Rollo, “say that ‘The Congress shall have power to make rules concerning captures on land and sea?’’ “How very clever,” said Mr. George. “The Constitution is a wonderful instrument. It is i Charity. In old days, those who construed it were called Expounders- witness for instance the mighty Daniel Webster; to-day they should be called Expanders. Why, just think of it, under this Constitution the Porto Ricans are the property of the United States, just like the chairs in the Capitol or the shrubs on the White House grounds” —— “Sail ho!” interrupted Rollo. Mr. George craned his neck in every direction, but nowhere could he discern a sail. On turing round to make further in- quiries of the Boy President, he was astonished to find that he was no longer on the deck, so Mr. George continued his constitutional. John T. Wheelwright. (To be continued) Please, Mr. Meyer, Say HE Hon. George von L.. Meyer may be a good Postmaster- General; we hope he is. But his new two-cent stamped envelopes are not as yet any credit to him, nor to the depart- ment of which he is the head. They have not a tithe of the style of the envelopes they supersede. The color of the stamp is a muddy magenta—a deplorable color. There have been troublesome dela these envelopes, poor as they are. ‘That is chiefly is a new contractor. But when they tell you at the office that you won't get the envelopes you order until there are enough coming your way to make a car-load lot, that delay seems vexatious. Another new vexation—they won't print your street and number and city on the ordered envelopes without printing your name. After doing it for generations, the department has suddenly discovered that the street and number without the name is an insufficient address. Oh, come! New contractor, new design, new delays, new rules, and all, apparently, pretty poor. This Week's Cartoon OMETHING over a year ago Lire offered prizes amount- ing to thirty-five hundred dollars for the best illustra- tions of twelve familiar quotations. Two hundred and fifty dollars was offered for the best illustration of each quotation and five hundred dollars as an additional prize for the best of the twelve drawings. The cartoon which appears in this issue of Lire, illustrating Pope’s ‘Hope springs eternal in the human breast,” drawn by Mr. Malcolm Stewart, of Fort Washington, Pa., was the winner of the two prizes. An Elastic Standard ONTRIBUTOR: Has that poem any merit? Epitor: Oh, yes. If it hadn’t, I would throw you out of the window. But it is good enough to permit you to steal quietly down the back stairs. comicbooks.com