Life — July 16, 1908 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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Fan Fancies A QUAINT ole garden of black and gold, A wee tea-house and stone bridge old On my painted bit of Japan. A background of cherry blossoms gay And a little white road that runs away Over the edge of the fan. Blue and silver Japanese skies, A quiet pool where the iris lies, But never a maid or aman. Consistency, Thou Art a Jewel be E MUST do aomtibing every day that we don’t want to do.”” Mr. Clipperlocked meaningly at his wife. Perhaps ‘he also looked a trifle anx- ixplain to me just the idea,” re- plied Mrs. Clipper. “Nothing simpler. We live by will alone. Now, there is a con- stant. tendency for the will to become lax. something disagreeable —something particularly undesirable—something that will re- quire self-control to meet and patience to overcome—why, my dear, our wills will be kept up to the mark, and we will event- ually be as happy as we can expect to be.”” c. What would you suggest 2” per looked at his wife with an en- forced calmness. “Understand,” he said, “it’s got to be something really serious—something really worth while. It mustn’t be any play—a real privation. I've already done it. You see, 1 was afraid you might not do the right thing—might weaken at the last moment. Your heart might fail you, you know, and”—— “What have you done?” “Discharged Mary, the cook.” Mrs. Clipper rose up and uttered a loud cry. “What!” she exclaimed. “Discharged Mary! ‘The best cook we ever had. This is terrible!” Clipper smiled triumphantly. “That's just it!” he exclaimed. the time to be calm! Think of the good your will is getting. Control yourself! It may be hard at first, but that’s just what you need. Splendid test!”” “Now's NOT FOR HIM “What did you do it for?” sobbed Mrs. Clipper. “Oh, oh!” She sprang up and faced him rigidly. “And so it’s your idea,” she cried, “to do the thing that you don’t want to do—that you shrink from doing.” “That's it, that’s it! You've caught it. ‘The harder it is the better.” “ARI” She grasped him by the arm. “Very well!” she cried. “Then, sir, this evening you will take me out to the finest dinner that money can buy. You'll take me to a box at the opera. And for this, you'll get me that pin you said the other day 69 you couldn't afford. Don’t say no, It may be hard, but you need it to develop your will. | Control yourself, my dear. Think of how much good this will do you.” Clipper turned pal But, my dear girl "— “Patience! Don’t be Where are you going ?”— Clipper was hurriedly buttoning up his coat. “Don't detain me,” he mut- tered, as he made for the door. “I'm going to search for Mary I'll bring her back to-night if I have to beseech her on my bended knees.” wea No Prospects YMPATHETIC LITTLE BOY: You're awfully tired of keeping house, aren't you, mother? MorueRr: Yes, dear. “But there isn't even much use in dying and going to heaven, is there? Cause you'd have a mansion on your hands then.” Hell's Farm THE ROCKEFELLER VIVISECTION FARA A large farm in New Jersey has been pur- thased for the Rockefeller Institute for Medical Research, and will be stocked with animals for purposes of vivisection. CONGENIAL job! Considering his money and how he got it, there is a well-rounded harmony in the achievements of this genial patriot. Do the muffled groans of vivi- sected dogs bring.pleasure to his kind old heart ? Mr. Rockefeller is a somewhat abnor- mal person ; abnormal in his greed, his success, his tastes. This raising ani- mals for torture is a sin- gular fancy, incomprehen- sible to the average hu- man. Is it the hope of his declining years to spend happy hours in his Halls of Agony and among the guiltless, unsuspecting vic- tims of this appalling scheme? Mr. Rockefeller belongs to another age, a much earlier period of this world’s history. Public opinion of to-day may take a livelier interest in Hell’s Farm than he anticipates. With the recent discoveries concerning electricity * and the X-rays an entircly new science has been born, To promote knowledge now it is not necessary to resort to vivisection—Dr. Foveau de Courmelles, Paris, March, 1908. T'S. a long lovers’ lane that has no yearning. comicbooks.com