Life — April 1, 1909 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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(Continued from page 428) with his knuckles in his eyes, and laughing in { the pain. ."" said I, after finding that he was not aimed for life, ‘and winking slyly at my oppo- —well, I sort 0’ missed ma swing that You took jolly good care not to miss me, wi!" growled “ Mac"; and then we pro- ceeded with a game which was neither close nor exciting, but which would have afforded ex- cruciating mirth to the most ignorant caddie in the world We took fully a hundred strokes each for the nine holes, but “duffers ” as we were we could not help thinking that some of the holes were very close to each other. When we went home in the afternoon and told the landlady where we had started, she began to laugh. We had been playing on the ladies’ course—The Strand. Sweden’s Two Women of Genius Sweden has produced two women of genius in our day—Ellen Key and Selma Lagerlof. The first is a sociologist, the second an artist. The one lives in Berlin, preaching a subversive gospel that the world is not as yet prepared to accept; the other has remained in her native land, be- loved and honored by all. A few weeks ago, the fiftieth birthday of Selma Lagerlof was cele- brated throughout Sweden, and even in neigh- boring lands. The schools held festivals in her bonor; her poems and stories were recited at clubs and societies; telegrams of congratulation and appreciation from all kinds and classes of people, from the royal family down to poor peasant children who had read her fairy tales, were sent to her; lectures were given on her works; and the papers anu magazines abounded n articles and portraits. ‘nlike that other great Swedish writer, the ist, August Strindberg, Selma Lagerlof is e and optimistic. The spirit of a Swedish Pan breathes in her—the intense love of the mystical Swedish nature for weird forests in which sprites and fairies and imps have lin- gered since the days when the gods walked upon carth, Where Strindberg uncovers and delineates the worm-eaten, the morbid and the evil in hu- she searches for the higher and redeem- tives. Her art is saturated with romance, and her philosophy, if it could be summed up in a single sentence, would be: Man needs an illu- sion to be able to live.—Current Literature. Mate of Frogrant Southern Red Cedar, Our COLONIAL CEDAR CHESTS feat weddin tess 2&t,_ Heavily bound with riveted copper bands. tril fish. Sold at low factory prices. lege of tree Inspection. PIEOMOKT REO CEDAR CHEST COMPANY, Dept. 96, Statesville, H.C. Ly Outwore 2 Sets of Tire Chains -., FOL of Trace Chain ; and 300 %t.0f 2 = [Te climb Pikes Peak under favorable conditions. To perform the feat in the face of a blinding, sweeping blizzard that rendered every foot of the way uncertain and unsafe, is a man’s task, possible only with the help of a good machine and the best tire equipment. Imagine, if you can, the terrific, tearing, grinding action of a mountain road which in a few miles of travel fairly chewed up Two sets of tire chains, 40 feet of trace chain and 300 feet of inch rope, and you have a correct picture of the climb recently made by Mr. T. W. Fugate, of Denver, Colo., in a Great Smith car to the top of Pikes Peak. , 2nch rop on the set of Goodrich White Tread Tires which, although haying seen 6000 miles of travel, stood up under the fierce blows and strains of such a trip without causing a mo- ment’s trouble to the user and easily outwore hempen strands and steel links. The remarkable toughness of the Goodrich White Tread is not a mere claim. It is a condition that is as real as it is inviting. Send for Booklet G- The B. F. Goodrich Co. Akron, Ohio, U.S. A. Weir Mitchell's Bore Dr. Weir Mitchell is noted in Philadelphia for the detestation that ke has for bores They say at the Franklin Inn, Philadelphia's literary club, that a bore accosted Dr. Weir Mitchell one day in Chestnut street and insisted on walking with him to the Philadelphia Library. During this walk the bore's flow of talk was in- cessant. Dr. Weir Mitchell walked on amid the deluge, frowing silently. But as they turned down Juniper street a man across the way stretched out his arms and yawned as if to dislocate his jaw. Dr. Weir Mitchell took the bore's arm and nodded to the yawning maa. “Hush,” he said. “Don't speak so loud. People can hear you.""—Tribune. a Out of Order Champ Clark loves to tell of how in the heat of a debate Congressman Johnson of Indiana called an Illinois representative a jackass. The expression was unparliamentary, and in retrac- tion Johnson said : “While I withdraw the unfortunate word, Mr. Speaker, I must insist that the gentleman from Mlinois is out of order.”* “How am I out of order?’ from Illinois. “Probably a veterinary surgeon could tell you,"’ answered Johnson, and that was parlia- mentary enough to stay on the record.—Success Magazine. yelled the man