Life — January 14, 1909 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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* MoTHY®, DO THEY CALE 17 A MOUSTACHE BECAUSE I ckOWS ON A MOUSE?” Can Do as Well in Chicago HE latest poem by Alfred Austin, England's poet laureate, is entitled “ Unto the Last.”” No doubt the exclusive right to the publica- of this poem in the United States has been obtained at considerable cost, but we are almost certain our readers will agree with us when we say that something equally good could have been delivered by almost any member of Cook County Poets’ Union, Local 4-11-44. Here are three of the seven verses which it has been thought worth while to telegraph from New York: When the plover flaps O'er the idle plough, And the woodpecker taps On the rotting bough ; When the starved rook pecks At the tight-stacked grain, And the tattered nest flecks The leafless lane; Then, then will you love Me, and still no less When the grass waves above My dreamlessness? Now, if Dr. Howard S. Taylor were not run- ning for United States Senator on the Inde- pendence League ticket, and if Mr. Hearst would only give him a few hours off, we have not the slightest doubt but he would be able to hand in for the noon edition, or st for the hearth and home edition, or, at all events, the eight o'clock sporting edition, something this: What makes them the best soda crackers ever baked? What makes them the only choice of millions ? What makes them famous as the National Biscuit ? National-Biscuit-Goodness— Of Course! Sold only in Moisture Proof Packages s CWHY NOT BE AN ARTIST? Our graduates aro filling Mieh Salaried ts Pesitions.. Good art EARN $25 TO $100 PER WEEK and upwards, In easy faselaatlag work. Our cot Persoaal Home lastrartion by correspondence, are com ical. Eleven years’ successful teaching. HructSrs, Posltloas woardateed competent Workers, Wandveme Art Book, Pree. SCHOOL OF APPLIED ART (Founded 1898.) ‘NSS Gallery Fine Arts, Battio Creek, Mich. Steel sectional filing cabinets are now made so much like wood that their true composition can only be detected by the sense of touch. Therefore they match up perfectly with quar- tered oak or mahogany fittings. But whether you select filing devices in wood or steel, get the best obtainable—those made by | the Globe-Wernicke Co., Cincinnati, whose agents sell at factory prices, which are uniform every- where. Sold on approval—freight paid—catalogue on Tequest. When the sparrow flits O’er the lawn mower still, And the robin twits By the hydrant rill— When the blue jay dives For the squirrel’s store, And the wild bee hives "Neath the eaves no more— Will you love me then As you said you did When the bullfrog croaked To the katydid? Or, if by chance he should fail, we could, if we cared to do so, name any one of a score of sweet singers of Cook County who, on the shortest notice, would be able to produce some- thing like this: When the tomcats roam Through the noisy night, And the tabbies moan In the pale moonlight— 1 When from casements fly Bound books or chairs, And the boarders rush For the backdoor stairs— Then, then will you love Me, and still no less When they’re making hay O'er my dreamlessness? And one of the many pleasing features of the product of Cook County in this line would be that it need not be confined to seven or any other number of verses. If the Independent could use it the union would undertake to send it poetry of this kind by the yard or bale, as the editor might elect—Chicago Inter-Ocean. A Purist “Did you ever have a cold?"’ inquired the plain citizen, “that you couldn’t get rid of?” “No,"’ answered the purist, “if I had had I would have it now.’’ Thus the coolness arose.—Washington Herald. comicbooks.com