Life — February 13, 1908 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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A BETTER JOB wife, without the slightest warning, says abruptly: “What have you been worrying about? I can tell by your manner that some- thing is on your mind.” “Never felt better,” you assert, stoutly. But your voice dies dimly out toward the end, and you realize with painful con- sciousness the supreme difficulty of being able to look her in the eye. She realizesit atthesame time. Hither- to a person of considerable and contin- uous volubility, she now wastes no words. “Those bonds!” she gasps. ‘Where are they? Have you lost them?” “LIFE: With a show of cheap bravado, you re- ply with an attempt at bristling which only half succeeds, that you have done this very thing. You explain that every one else has done the same. Indeed, the absolute proof that you are the able man you have stated you were, lies in the fact that you, too, have been fooled along with all the other able men. But your explanation does not explain. Henceforth you are a changed man. And the worst of it is, that just because you have been so unfortunate and there is real reason why certain economies should be practiced—all this, in some unac- countable manner, only makes your wife feel that hereafter she is privileged to be as extravagant as she pleases. PEOPLE who work in a rut are easly lost sight of. Another Bouquet LAST week's issue of Lire, New York, was its twenty-fifth anniversary num- ber. May its years be many more. The per has done much for clean mirth. It fas fought with the weapon of ridicule on the right side in many issues. Lire has been a power in the war against the vul- garity of wealth, in the crusade against the commercialization of the dramatic art, in the work of mercy towards dumb brutes, in the puncturing of the preten- sions of medicine and the skullduggery of law. ‘The little paper has always been a gentleman’s paper. It has been vigorous without being vicious in its onslaughts. Lirr’s editorials are the pleasantest read- ing we know, with their balanced judg- ments and effective insinuation of the pa- per’s own leanings.—New York Mirror. POLITICS 175 The New King A SIMPLE table is my throne, T hold a changing Court of four (A truer ne'er did monarch own), My crown and scepter is The Score, And they who erstwhile loved of yore ‘The hundred fads they vaunted high, Cry me allegiance o'er and o'er— King Bridge, the only king am I. All undisturbed I reign alone; I make the last new book a bore, The latest play a thing unknown; I devastate the ball-room floor; ‘The whizzing motor car no more Can charm my faithful; I defy The lure of mountain, sea or shore— King Bridge, the only king am I. What though my subjects ofttimes moan, I take my tax of time and store; So zealous in my service grown Unheard their famished Lions roar; Romance stands begging at the door And Conversation turns to fly What time I enter in, therefore, King Bridge, the only king am I. VENVOI Fair dames and gentlemen galore, ‘The Great God Chance I typify, So at my hands his grace implore— King Bridge, the only king am I. Theodosia Garrison, ‘There is no such thing as friendship between nationsas thereis between men.—Mr. Justice Harlan, O, ONLY such a sentiment as would subsist between men if men went swaggering and swashbuckling about - with pistols in their belts and bowies in their boots. HE straw that breaks the camel's back usually gets the blame for the weight of the whole load. HIS OWN MACHINE comicbooks.com