Life — April 7, 1910 — page 42: what you’re looking at

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626 *LIFE: “Life's” Telegram Contest Announcement of Winner The Winning Telegram Feprvary 25, 1910. Mr. anv Mas. X. Peck Mutcn, Yonkers, N.Y. Grandma’s will read. Leaves money to Mary, Fido to you. Joun. The Contest N its issue of January 6, Lire offered a prize of one hundred dollars to the person who would send in the cleverest ten- word telegram that the man’s hand in the picture might con- tain, The close of the contest was announced to take place on March 1, but was afterward extended to March 10, no telegrams after that date having been considered Over twelve thousand envelopes were received and these contained over twenty-five thousand telegrams. A large num- ber of the answers were written around the same idea, the mother-in-law and the eloping daughter being prime favorites. From the great mass received about fifty were selected by two judges. These fifty were then carefully considered by four judges working independently of each other. Each judge selected four or five which he considered the best The number was then further narrowed down to those telegrams which had met with the approval of more than one judge. These proved to be five in number. From these five, by a process of elimination, the winning telegram was sclected. Several telegrams, extremely funny in themselves, were thrown out because they were based on well-known stories. The name of the winner is Miss C. Barnes, 4 West s8th Street, New York. The First Born ISITOR: My! What a fine baby. How much does he weigh? Foxp Motner: I really don’t know. He hasn't been weighed since noon. His Fate 'HEY took him up tenderly. Gentle hands carried him to the ambulance, and he was carried away to the hospital, where at last he opened his eyes. But as yet he was too weak to speak. Apparently there was no organic trouble. The machine had worn out, that was all. The strain had been too much for his mortal frame. He had struggled on to the last with despairing courage, until Nature asserted itself, and he suc- cumbed to the inevitable. No one knew him. He had been seen slowly crawling out of a respectable mansion, dragging his way along until he fell. But the house looked like all the reat and his identity was as yet_unrevealed. He looked like a gentleman. It was presumed, in the ab- sence of testimony, that he w His appearance was that of a well-to-do man in the prime of life—a man evidently of family, who had a loving wife. He was just tired. The great struggle he had been through, the suspense, the torture of it all, the fearful uncertainty, the ~ sudden hope and the quickly succeding despair, had all left upon him their terrible marks, He was a wreck. He who was once filled with sublime courage, who walked erect and looked every man in the face, was-now but the faint semblance of his former self. He opened his eyes and smiled feebly as the nurse bent over him “ Perhaps,"’ she said, “you are one of the discoverers of the North Pole.’ Not that." He shook his head. He shuddered. "he whispered, “I am a respectable man. But I have been home all the afternoon trying to help my wife select a wall paper to go on our living room!" Tb Mi The Apostrophe and the Late Budget HE BISHOPS: The Lord's will be done. Tue Lops; The Lords’ will be done. Tne Peorte: The Lords will be done. KE DOYLANS “SAY, GUV’NOR, STRIKES ME YOU MIGHT BE A LITTLE MORE POLITE WITH US FELLERS WHAT GIVES YOU YER LIVING!"* comicbooks.com