Life — May 5, 1910 — page 54: what you’re looking at

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Spend this Summer where Living is a Joy —in | COLORADO Minds and bodies corroded with the bar- tering moil—the dust and grime of the city —shed cares and worries like leaves. Faded cheeks find crimson. Jangling nerves find harmony. Days are full of | vibrant living and nights bring perfect rest. | The de Luxe | Rocky Mountain Limited —daily from Chicago to Colorado Springs and Denver direct— will take you there in perfect comfort—with but cone night on the way. A train so well appointed that hotel men wonder how it’s done. Stenographer, valet, barber—and a thousand and one comforts from snowy, roomy beds to fresh cut flowers upon the dining table. Victrola recitals and world's news service en route. Other good trains every day from Chicago, St. Louis, Kansas City, Omaha and Memphis for Colorado, Yellow stone Park and the Pacific Coast. Let us send illustrated literature and suggett te vacation of your hfe. L. M. ALLEN Passenger Traffic Manager heck, 6 La Salle Station Chicago, Ill. Citariie and Nancy had quarreled After their supper mother tried to re- establish friendly relations, She told them of the Bible verse, “ Let not the sun go down upon your wrath.” “Now, Charlie,” she pleaded, “are you going to let the sun go down on your wrath?” Charlie squirmed a little. Then: “Well, how can I stop it? "—Every- body's. . Z Zao. Re-enter the Press Agent It is the belief of Dr. Rudd, expressed in a talk b advertising forum of the West Side Y. M. C. A., that it would be an aid to our country and to the administra- tion if President Taft employed a press agent. Ina speech at Newark, it ap- pears, Mr. Taft had said in substance : “The newspapers cither oppose or pa- tronize me. Therefore I shall avoid them. That is my policy.” Hence Dr. Rudd's solicitude and suggestion, Dr, Rudd may be rigl There are signs and portents that the press agent. like the literary essayist and the $12 hog, has come into his own. He has been a long time coming, but he is here. “J’y suis, j"y reste,” he remarks, unlimbering his type machine and dis charging its contents in the periodical press. Many are his aliases, innumer- able his employments. With his aid Japan fought and conquered Russia. Standard Oil has not invoked him in vain. Opera singers who write for the magazines have found in him an ex- pert amanuensis. Mr. Hamilton Holt sees in him a legitimate mouthpiece of the Church asking alms. Chris! Science especially enjoys his service. It is his function not merely to adver- tise, but to interpret; not only to ex- ploit, but explain. Caesar did not need him. No more did Napoleon—ere Elba. But Nero, who ignored him, didn’t even get a decent obituary. The power of the press wanes; the power of the press agent waxes. Will Mr. Taft see a great light? Lo! in the oriel windows of the East its radiance is already reflected. Let it beat upon the throne. “anwowe HUNTER BALTIMORE RYE EXHILARATES THE SPIRIT AND RESTORES THE TONE OF LANGUID NATURE A Voice from the Past The retirement of that veteran jour- nalist Mr. Joseph B. Gilder from his post as associate editor of Putnam's Magazine—now no more—recalls a conversation many year$ ago with that astute editor, the late Col. John W. Cockerill, chief of staff under Joseph Pulitzer. Colonel Cockerill had come to St. Louis, where Mr. Pultizer’s pa- per, the Post-Dispatch, is published, and was chatting with his old friend AGENTS WANTED (Continued on poge 843) F YOU want a beautiful and modern country home sur- rounded by a lovely park, |] and only six miles from Boston, it will pay you to investigate this property. H. A. BARKER 311 W. 43ed Street NEW YORK CITY 98 comicbooks.com