Life — July 21, 1910 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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Sue (resignedly skimming the ménn) : Well, people cat too much. He: Did you say you'd have a bromide? Sue: You're perfectly horrid! No, I'll have some of those eggs in estragon, now, just for that. You can’t have exes. They're not good for acid. He: Well, don’t you tell—but I'll have just the same. Sue (looking at him admiringly) ; Do you dare? He ( And these rooms. Site: Are you sure. . He: Sick people always eat broiled squabs, don’t they? And salad. Sue: Remember, no tomatoes! He: No, a simple little salad. Alli- gator pear and Romaine and grapefruit? Sue (enthusiastically): Grapefruit is just full of quinine. He: Some Chablis Mousseux? glasses, please. Sue: Is it sweet He: Nott And some cheese? Sur: Oh! Absolutely not! He (persuasively) : With some Bar le duc? Sue: Oh, very well. But no sweets. He: No, I suppose we daren’t have sweets, It's a hard life, this dict thing. Sux: How about your prunes? He: * Oh—yes—thanks, terribly. Waiter, some prunes au Cognac—one or two prunes will be quite sufficient They're so rich. Sue: And coffee? He: Right you are. Black? Sune: Very black; and no cream. Hr: Cream's poison to me. Sue: Jollyem’s told me the very same thing. I believe in following just what or says, don’t you? That's what they're for; but i hard on us, little one. Sune: Oh, look! What is the ter serving over there? It looks like a dish of gardenias, Ask him to show us. He: Here, waiter. Man—/t! Bring over those things. Ices, are they? Flowers vanilla, and the leaves pistache? Quite a lovely thought. Sue: How frightfully cunnin; you think we might He: Sure! The —regular infant's food. To should come to this! Su h, well! What does it matter, we have our health, George? aggering): Well, raw—ther! broiled squabs and mush- Tall sweet? Because, if it's > Do "re nothing but milk think we so long (tenderly). He (whispering softly): It awful to have to go through this dieting alone, though. I'd never keep to it, if would be “IP JACOB MAD DREAMED TO-DAY OF THE LADDER.’” it weren't for you. You'll stick to me, dear, won't you? They clasp hands across the The band begins an old love song. Kate Masterson College Athletics Are Finding Their Level T was painful, of course, for Yale to be so conclusively drubbed at New London, but it won't hurt her. Yale has had too much success in athletics for her own good. People had come to think first of her athletics and afterward of her other attributes. That was not true of any other university of her class. and it should not ever have been true of Yale. She is too great an institution to be dwarfed by her incidents. Athletics are going to prosper in the colleges, and the college public will con- tinue to be interested in them and crowd cloth, to sce games and races. Nevertheless, the other side of the colleges seems to be gaining weight faster nowadays than the athletic side. Courtney has made Cornell the greatest rowing college, yet nobody thinks of rowing as anything more than an incident of life at Cornell. The average Easterner knows little about sports in the big universities of Michi- gan, Wisconsin, Minnesota, California or Chicago, but he is apt to know something about their standing as centres of in- struction and what men have been trained in them. In the last. fifteen years the colleges have begun to find politics a more useful ficld to advertise in than athletics. Wisconsin, for ex- ample, has advertised extensively in that field, and much to her credit and advan- tage. The ments! activity of graduates is doing more for colleges than it was, the muscular proficiency of undergratu- ates somewhat less. comicbooks.com