Life — September 1, 1910 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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354 Friendship’s Offerings BY MRS. WILSON WoopRow IDSUMMER: The postman has just climbed the hill to my bunga- low among the pines, bringing me a quantity of picture postal cards from all parts of the world, delightful reminders of friends across the sea. I must make a list of all of the dear ones who thus think of me, and next winter when I am in California, I shall in turn remem- ber them with a shower of lovely cards. 1 must also read Emerson's essay on riendship " over again to-day, while my heart is so full of gratitude. A Weex Later: These lovely posi cards have accumulated so fast that I find it difficult to make room fer them. Ihave filled a dozen large albums with them, and pasted them on the pages of my Encyclopedia Brittanica, » What else was there to do? It is surely better to have a record of friendships than of facts. In addition, I have made several large screens and papered three rooms with the attractive cards, I am think- ing of decorating the grape arbor with them to-morrow and perhaps making a flagged walk to the gate. It is sweet to be remembered. I am not well, however; In Case of Matrimony am suffering from ‘nsomnia, and losing flesh. Worry a great deal over the disposal of my lovely cards. Two thousand more to-day. R FAITH for the present, A Fortxicur Later: It is a great grief to me, but I fear that I shall have to give HOPE for the future, and up my trip to California, The money that I laid aside for that purpose has been CHARITY for the past. almost exhausted by the postage that the dear, hurried, thoughtless ones across the ocean forgot to put on the beautiful cards they send me. I almost wish—but no, I will stifle that evil, ungrateful thought. Tex Days Later: There is a remarkable unanimity in the sentiments inscribed upon the postal cards which are now coming by the hundreds in cach mail. I have computed that in every ten thousand, cighty per cent. give the distance from whatever place in which the writer may be, and New York. For instance: “ Twenty-five thousand miles from Broadway." Ten per cent. bear this mes- cage: “Here we are at } , go to Z to-morro Fine. but not little, old New York.'’ The third favorite is “Have no words to describe the beauties of this spot. Hav- ing an ideal time, Looking eagerly forward to getting home. The Stim One: QUICK, UES, HERE'S A HOARD OFF AND We'RE SAVED! Two Weexs Later: To youalone, dear diary, and in the sacred privacy of your pages will I voice my disloyalty to friend- ship. Heaven forgive me, but these picture postal cards are worse than the plagues of Egypt! They still continue to come in by the hundreds. After the arrival of the last batch to- I had some kind of an attack. The doctor who was summoned thought it serious and insisted on a consultation of physicians. hey have diagnosed the disease as postcardophobia. When- ever I see a picture card, I bark and foam at the mouth. They hope, however, to save me. A clever young surgeon in Vienna s discovered that by boiling down the more virulently colored a serum can be obtained, which if injected into the veins d . has had the most beneficial results. If this fails ‘bg, ATS mee. Disgusted Fisherman (emptying his bait into the stream): MANGrD IF I'LL RIS MEMORY OF THE OOKSELLE s, ma'am, it’s the best seller this year. watt on you ANY LONGER, mere! HELP ATHLETIC GIRL You see it was prohibited by the censor. YOURSELVES. comicbooks.com