Life — July 16, 1908 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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LIFE Its QUALITY UNEQUALED EXCELLENCE UNEQUALED EXCELLENCE UNSURPASSED LIQUEUR _ Peres Chartreux —GREEN AND YELLOW— ‘This famous cordial, now made at Tarragona, Spain, was for centuries distilled by the Carthusian Monks (Peres Chartreux) at the Monastery of La Grande Chartreuse, France, Known throughout the workd as Ch treuse. ‘The above cut represents the bottle and Libel employed in the putting up of the article since the Monks’ expulsion from France, and it is now known as Liqueur Peres treux (the Monks, however, still retain the right to use the old botile and label as well), distilled by the same order of Monks, who have securely guarded the secret of ity manufacture for hundreds of years, taking it with them at the time they left the Monastery of La Grande Chartreuse, and who, therefore, alone possess a knowledge of the clements of this delicious nectar. No Ligueur associated with the name of the Carthusian Monks (Péres Chartreux) and made since their expulsion from France is genuine except that made by them at Tarra- gona, Spain. At totes Wine Merchants, Grccers, Hotels, Cas Batjer & Co., 4s Broadwa: Sole’Agents for United Tats Favorite Sold Everyichere. The Waldorf-Astoria Importation Co. New York — Chicago Sole Ageuts, UNSURPASSED é |porter. “Mr. Roosevelt?” he began confidently Just June HERE'S a moon not too obtrusive, rt of misty and delusive, Frequently and opportunely hiding, way beneath the clouds; And a maiden, sweet and pretty, Not too solemn of too witty, Down a country lane a-walking, free from madding, gadding | crowd With a yout Probably some five-and-twenty; And a heart that’s Sweet, ob, T love you!" like a tune, Well, the rest is very simple; Just a sigh or two, a dimple, love aplenty, And a kiss—ah, these things happen—happen when is June! Woman's Home Companion That Old Question HERE was a man in our town, and he was quite a case, He jumped into « bramble bush and badly scratched his face; Forthwith he sought a barber shop. The © while his razor he did strop, **You shave yourself some times, don't you Washington Herald. ghty barber said H 1 sce where a fellow married a girl on his death-bed, just so she could have his millions when he was gone. Could you love a girl like that ? He: Sure, I could love a girl like that! Where does she live?—The Wasp. | How Teddy, Jr, Fooled Them HE experience of a newspaper reporter who attempted to interview Theodore Roosevelt, Jr., in his dormitory at Harvard proves this young man to be in possession of certain faculties which some day may make him a worthy successor to the “Big Stick.” A writer in The Sunday Magazine tells the story as follows: “Watch fora chap in glasses, with hair that sticks up, and who looks like a farmer,” the city editor had directed, “and when you find him, grab him!” Room 27 was the Roosevelt apartment, the re porter had been informed, and he beat a bold tattoo on the door. A gruff voice answered, and he stepped resolutely within, At a corner table a young man was seated writing, whose personal ap pearance tallied exactly with that of Theodore, Jr “This is easy!” was the clated thought of the re- The young man interrupted him with a smile. “You have made a mistake,” he said, quietly, “Mr. Roosevelt's room is number 7.” The newspaper man stared. “But you””—began the puzzled interviewer. The young man, however, had turned back in cold silence to his writing. The’ reporter fidgeted awkwardly and backed into the hall, swearing softly to himself, Was that a smile lurking behind the other's glasses? When the newspaper man located number 7 at the other end of the corridor, his knock was greeted by oppressive silence and its repetition by the janitor. “Roosevelt?” that individual repeated. | “Why he’s back at 27. This room hasn’t been occupied for weeks!” And then, as he caught sight of the | other's scowl, “Teddy's been up to his old trick, eh? Number 7 is his favorite dodge to escape the re- | porters,” he chuckled. “When you get back, I'll | wager he'll be gone!” | He was. “And that’s the chap who looks like a farmer!” the reporter muttered in disgust, as he gloomily descended the steps.—Literary Digest. Careless RS. GADDIE: My husband's so slipshod. His buttons are forever coming off. Mrs. Goon (severely): Perhaps they are not sewed on properly. | “That's just it. He's awfully careless about his | sewing.” —Exchange. | Save Money in Your Life Insurance By Buying the NEW Low Cost Policy of Prudential $19.08 per Year Buys $1,000 of Life Insurance at Age 30 Write to Dept. O To-day for Rates at Your Age and Specimen Policy. State Occupation EIGHTY MILLION DOLLARS New Ordinary Insurance SOLD IN FORTY WEEKS The Prudential Insurance Co. of America Incorporated as a Stock Company by the State of New Jersey JOHN F. DRYDEN Home Office: Prest. NEWARK, N. J. comicbooks.com