Life — August 25, 1910 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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298 Life’s Fresh Air Fund +$6,056.28 Previously acknowledged Esther F. Kirkman... : Proceeds of a Fair given “by “Willing Workers,” a_ club twenty young girls Glen Cove, Long Island, on July + 338.85 Richard Ayer. 10.09 Jenny Seaton 3-00 Felix Rosen... : 00 “In memory ‘00 Anonymous cepteeees 200 W. S. Sanford Ss. Be Proceeds of for th Air Fund by “In memory of Law Mrs. Ida 4 Frederic! Mrs, El 4, W. in memory of a memory of D. C. From. Bows in, Camp choir, Wheeling, W. at early celebration.. ACKNOWLEDGED WITIC THANKS Donation of vegetables, from Mrs. William Bunker, Ridgefield, Conn. . Package of clothing, from Mrs. Geo. D. White, Branchville, Conn. Treat of candy for the children, from Mrs, P. S. Burrall, Ridgefield, Conn, A Poem of Modesty "M like that modest violet So sweetly shy they say, That sits behind a mossy stone And hides itself all day; And lights stuck under bushels Where knows they shine; It sounds real nice in poctry— In life it’s not so fine. I'd rather be an orchid And toil not while I grow, Just here I pause to drop a tear For Fate's not willed it £0. My name's not Fluffy Rufites, Instead it’s Sara Anne, I've never been the lady fair Of any mortal man. Perhaps my soul-mate’s not been born, Perhaps—alas!—he’s dead, Perhaps one wasn’t made for me Because my bair is red. Alas! we aren't all souvenirs Within this world of woe, I've never worn a turban swirl "Cause Fate’s not willed it so. no one & oe My cousin, Jessie Twinkletoes, Beyond the foot-light’s sheen Doth lightly trip it every night In fluffy skirts of green, calcium it fol- lows her ¢ Mary's lamb, you know; And Johnnies wait at the stage door ‘Till she comes from the show She dines on dainty ter And lobster Newburg, While I—I stay at home and cook The family Irish stew. And all the evening & mother knits, “A And I—I sit and sew; « But it so. I'd like to be a gay co- quette, Fate’s not Cn Sunday, when we go to church, I always fervent pray To be a better girl and grow In wisdom every day And then I add a postscript low: Please, please suggest a plan To make me just real naughty once, Yours always—Sara Anne I'm sick of playing violet, The mossy stone's dead slow I want to be a cabbage-rose But Fate's not willed it so. 11, Pitfeld, ikea IR RAI The willed |ViBRATOR | CALMS Te NERVES: “WELL, WHAT YER DALLYING asouT? Linley Sambourne HEN Lire was started, in 1883, Linley Sambourne had been for teen years a continuous contributor to London Punch, and his pictures were fa- miliar to American readers of that ven- erable publication. He joined its staff in the time of Mark Lemon, and put his mark upon the paper along with Tenniel, Du Maurier, Keene, Phil May and others of the second crop of Punch’s pictorial humorists, succeeding Tenniel in 1901 as the paper’s chief cartoonist. He was educated to be an engineer, but after six years’ apprenticeship to that profession he drew away from it to the livelier calf- g which held him for forty-three years At the time of his death, on August 3, he was the dean of English caricaturié and, we presume, the senior ‘member the board of Punch, In Soft REDDIE: Why do they call him the middleman, dad? Conwice Because he gets a rake off from both ends. ISS NEVERSTOP (seating herself en two much-engrossed Sena tors, exclaims): A rose between two madame,”"" gentleman, retorts one irate old say rather a tongue I'M LATE FOR DINNER Now."? “PARDON ME, CAP., BUT—ER—I—I’VE LOST THE COMB.’ comicbooks.com