Life — April 23, 1908 — page 11: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

VY Vee ERE is the first installment of an- swers to Lire’s Marriage Contest (which will be found elsewhere in this issue): Women No.1 As absence doth the heart incline More fondly to the loved, you know, The 1 : Til choose at once, for weal 0 liom home” for mine 56. an No. Tis surely fate that has blindly fed For I've le The witty man, you know { my wits, so needs must wed No.1 The present situation need: “Amusing Talking a ‘lively wit” in these times ap- peals to me. If you will “ boldly speculate” you'll not be homeward led, For I'd like to see one boldly “spec” as now be. thiny No. 2 “Good disposition,” though to work you seem not to incline, the matter over and your I've thoug failing’s same as mine. . And since say I've been a flirt the “three” don’t bother So shall we wed and show married life should be ? me, hem what a No. 2 I note there are And, therefore, to you I am Jed. You'll not dare to frown on flirtations of mine, And I'll do as I please when we're % ny towhom you incline, d. No. 3 Oh, sir, your millions seem to be Untainted, as you've led An upright life, and so with me I'd like to have you wed. 3 Your “soul of honor’ doesn't worry me; Your good health 1s what constitutes my 00 If once I got your millions—your is all there'd be— You would be quite “retire know? soul” jon’t you “LDP E> Lire’s Marriage Men No. 2 What though to And Once Lam incline, n her dowry be hers, and she is mine. Just leave the rest to me Your disposition I well & Would let me happy br, And with your c to tackle woe, You're just the stuff for me. ‘Twelve thousand reasons mine to wed, Dear widow, you. While you should be, By your economizing, led To choose a man as cheap as me. A widow who could gentle be, If asked again to wed, Is certainly the one for me, Unless I be mis-led. Economy is strange to me, But still to you I do incline Gentle and loving though you be, “Twelve th "is what make you No. 4 akfast, T to wish you 7 Because in bed you T heatric, nervous dear A sweet half hour of bliss cach day SPRING CLEANING 431 Contest No. 4 To wed a nervous maid who an actress fain would b tion never would in- a maid who anything fain Is so refreshing, let me quickly make her actress you ca you certainly id, though to thy face, » Line and per” shall be no bar to As to thy love of fiction, when safely thou art mi My conver ation will pure fiction It Disturbs the Market ME ROBERT HUNTER y ‘ou can’t repress two hune ays d Aare now sand starving men. Th break rested and sent to the Island, where they will be h to cat. Bombs are being he police, but clsewhe are shooting themselves and their wives and children because they are hungry s we have the problem As long 1 will ployed int nee ay ye it now is dd crim ch is truth, But the prosperous New Yorker does not want the truth. He calls it an attempt to “er ing.” Don’t tell him anythir te class feel- inpleas pind from ant, Mr. Hunter. It takes his r business. : What kind of powder does your sister use on her face? Bonny: From the explosions | heard in the parlor last night, it must be gun- powder comicbooks.com