Life — December 19, 1907 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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TWO LEGS THAT SKATE AS FOUR The Social Sense SIGN of the times is the spread of the finer social sense, until as far west as Los Angeles and Seattle there are to be found people willing to mortgage their hoines to buy an automobile. Cul- ture is much more perva- sive than it used to be before the Hearst newspapers got into their stride. Time was when the styles penetrated but slowly to the provinces. Often a new way of cating with a spoon, or of carrying a plug hat into church, would come and go, in New York, before the interior had got to know that anything was doing. But all that is changed now. Geograph- ical position is no bar to gentility any more. The sun of civilization, which used to rise from Sandy Hook and set in Har- lem, now embraces all America with its li g beams. Ramsey Benson. AMMA, Santa Claus comes only once a year, doesn’t he?” “That’s all “And God is with us all the time.” “Yes, dearie.” “Then why can’t we persuade God to come down the chimney every night?” LIP E « The Song of Bridge ITH eyelids heavy and red, With checks that flush and burn, A woman sits in her gladdest rags, Playing her cards in turn. Bridge, bridge, bridge! Daytime and night the same; And still with voice at excitement’s pitch She sings the “Song of the Game!” “Play, play, play! The whole of the evening through; Play, play, pla “Till the milkman’s almost due Morning and noon and night, The same thing every day— What is it, then, that men call work If this be only play? “Play, play, play! For we must be in the swim! Play, play, play! Till the cards grow blurred and dim. Diamonds, hearts and clubs, All in a mist they seem, Till when Tam Dummy I fall asleep And still play on in a dreamt “O but for one short hour To feel as I used to feel, When I my round of golf a day And longed for a hearty meal! A day on the links I would dearly love, But at home I needs must stay, For they must have another hand, So I play, play, play! “O men with sweethearts dear! O men with sisters and wives! I's not the rubber your playing out, But foolish women’s lives! Nervous, tired and worn, Excited, flushed and rash— aying at once a double price In health as well as in cash!” With cyelids heavy and red, With checks that flush and burn, A woman sits in her gladdest rags, Playing her cards in turn. Bridge, bridge, bridge! Winter and summer the same, ’Till the breakdown comes, as come it will, She will make and double and play, and Mh Will sing this “Song of the Game. JW. Merritt. Appropriate « HAT kind of coal do you use in your house?” “Pea-coal. You know we are all veg- etarians.”” 745 Lapland APLAND is situated in the big, casy chair (most any chair, on a pinch) between ten o’clock and midnight. It is always dark in Lapland, but the darkness is peculiar. You can see all you care to see, and nothing you don’t care to see. Everything is couleur de rose, moreover. Lapland is peopled exclusively by your- self and the dearest little woman in the world. There are a great many of her, first and last, but only one at a time. Lapland is the most densely populated country in the world. There is never room for one mort The climate is salubrious. troubles, especially, are benefited. The chief product of Lapland is bliss. The output is enormous. ‘The only industry is taking no thought of the morrow. The introduction of new processes is not encouraged, and the old way of doing things still prevails, very largel Panics and hard times are unheard of. Heart HEN it comes to admission in the next world, we are all deadheads. Lady of the House: ir you'.t, stor THAT PIPIN’ AND SPLIT ME SOME WOOD I'LL FEED you. Pan, the Tramp Musician: you WILL HAVE TO EXCUSE ME, LADY; 1 ONCE TRIED TO CUT WOOD AND 1 SPLIT MY Foor. comicbooks.com