Life — March 25, 1909 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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a lCalealey Join the Fight 200,000 Persons were killed by the recent Earthquake in Italy IF GOING ABROAD «tte oe 185, Regent Stret The most EXCLUSIVE MODELS In London. Fancy Tay MADES. RECEPTION and EVENING FROCKS, MILLINERY, Pets 200,000 Persons are killed annually by Roce eee ae lark gray flannel. I have watched het nye Tuberculosis in United States alone many a time. Do you ever sce cows dresed gray flannel in London ?—Mrs. Gaske!l—Croafer, in first chapter. : Martin Chuzzlewit cn Amenca Cheerily, lads, cheerily! Anchor weighed, ity in full sail. Her sturdy bowsprit pointing tne to England. America a cloud upon the sea be hind them! Cook, what are you thinking of w said Martin. “Why, Iam thinking, sir,’ returned Mare “that if I was a painter, and was called upoa t paint the American Eagle, how should { do it?” “Paint it as like an eagle as you cod, | suppose."” “No,” said Mark, “that wouldn't do for m sir, I should want to draw it like shortsightedness; like a Ban ging; like a Magpie, for its hon cock, for its vanity; like an Ostrich, putting its head in the mud, and thinking neh sees it “And like a Phenix, for its power of sp ing from the ashes of its faults soaring up anew into the sky! “Well, Mark, let us hope so.""— + With the assistance and co-operation of the International Tubercu- losis Exhibition and the American National Red Cross Society + THE METROPOLITAN MAGAZINE has entered upon one of the greatest campaigns ever inaugurated to conquer the dread tyrant—CONSUMPTION > The entire exhi by nearly one million persons will be, as far as possible, practically on which was attended recently in New York reproduced in the next few issues of the magazine. Isany member of your family afficted? If so, JOIN THE FIGHT Definition of a Kiss “A kiss! When all is said, what i An oath of allegiance taken in clo: a promise more precise, a seal 0} a rose-red dot upon the letter i secret which elects the mouth stant of cternity murmuring like ; communion with a flavor of flowers: a of inhaling cach other's heart, ani of tas on the brink of the lips, each other's so Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac ¢ If not, JOIN THE FIGHT anyway for your own good and for the good of humanity in general. + Get THE METROPOLITAN MAGAZINE and read it fora few months. It will teach you how to care for yourself; how to care for others; how to fight the White Plague; how to save lives. Send it to those that you know who are suffering from this dread disease. Pepys: His Valentine 14th (Valentine’s Day). Up ear! W. Batten’s, but could not go whether they that opened the doore was a m2 or a woman, and Mingo, who was there, af swered a woman, which, with his tone, made & laugh; so up I went, and took Mrs, Martha f jentine (which Ido only for complacees and Sir W. Batten he go in the sa Order the TUBERCULOSIS SERIES of THE METROPOLITAN MAGAZINE MU ah. In the sfteraoon my wile andl from your Dealer at once Mrs, Martha Batten, my Valentine, to the Ey] Join the Fight I haid oa] Sais from Old Anvils + Between 20 and 45 years one-third of all deaths are caused by CONSUMPTION. and six payre of plain white glov< 408. upon her. Then we went to the end of Lombard Stree! a suit of lute-string for herself; A Question of Relative Merit | A little boy of eight years, attending seta] away from home, wrote a letter to his se.) most of her hair, and came out looking naked, cold and miserable in a bare skin. Everybod (Continued from page 417) as to make some counsel which he had given in jest to be taken in sober, serious earnest. It was on this subject: An old lady had an Alderney cow, i she looked upon as a daughter. You could not pay the short quarter- jour call without being told of the wonder- k or wonderful intelligence of this animal. The whole town knew and kindly regarded Miss Betsy Barker's Alderney ; therefore great was the sympathy and regret when, in an unguarded mo- ment, the poor cow tumbled into a lime-pit, She moaned so loudly that she was soon heard and rescued; but meanwhile the poor beast had lost pitied the animal, though a few could not restrain their smiles at her droll appearance. Miss Betsy Barker absolutely cried with sorrow and dismay; and it was said she thought of trying a bath of oil, This remedy, perhaps, was recommended by some one of the number whose advice she asked ; but the proposal, if ever it was made, was knocked on the head by Captain Brown’s decided “get her a flannel waistcoat and flannel drawers, ma’am, if you wish to keep her alive. But my advice is, kill the poor creature at once.’’ Miss Betsy Barker dried her eyes and thanked the captain heartily; she set to work, and by and by all the town turned out to see the Alderney meekly going to her pasture, clad in from which the following extract “We had a spelling-match in s and I spelled all the boys down Meddle.""—The Delineator. comicbooks.com