Life — November 17, 1910 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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a Oe ls Life’s Suffragette Contest $300 to the Winner, or One Dollar a Word Life presents herewith the first in- stalment of contributions for the Suf- fragette Contest, the conditions of which are printed on this page. (WITH DUE APOLOGY TO KING SOLOMON) © to, my son, let the words of my mouth and the meditation of thy rt teach thee to shun the snare of the suffragette. If one should tell thee, “Lo! she is here, or Lo! there,’’ go not out, but hide thyself within a fortified castle, lest in a weak moment she beguile thee into matrimony, for, verily, my innocent, when the suffragette once hath thee in her power, thou can'st not free thyself so easily. Hearken, my son, and beware of her allurements, She hath a fluent vocabu- lary and her speech is confusing to the mind of man. Remember well, my son, that she hath set a snare for thee and seeketh to bring thee to thy ruin, for, like Delilah of old, she will not rest until she has shorn thee of thy strength and made of thee a play- thing for the Philistines. Moreover, she will use thee “as a cat’s-paw’? to gather What's In a Name? Dear Lire: I see you advertise a Hell Num- ber. This is doubtless intended as a joke, but let me tell you Hell is no joke; it is worse, it is a disap- pointment. All my life I have heard the beauties of Hell extolled; its varied scenery, its genial climate, its large and distinguished population and its many and varied forms of amusement have long been made famous in story and picture. This past summer it was my privilege to go to Hell—I confess it without shame—and now another of my fond illusions is shattered. To begin with, it is disgustingly easy of access, for it is only an hour’s ride by rail from a certain prominent city, and all trains stop. For some even, it is the breakfast station. The climate of this cele- LE will pay the sum of Three Hundred Dollars for the best reason, or reasons, why any man | should not marry a suffragette. | | CONDITIONS: Each answer should be limited to three hundred words. The manu-| scripts, however, may be as short as} |the contestant prefers. | | Manuscripts must be typewritten,| and should be addressed to Tne Contest Epitor or Lire, | 17 West gist Street, New York. The contest is now on, and witt| close on December 31st, 1910. Manu- |scripts received after that date will not be considered, Lire will pay at its regular rates for all uscripts published. The prize will be awarded by the Editors of Lire, and the announce-| ment of the winner will be made as, soon after January Ist, 1911, as pos-| sible. It is not necessary to be a regular subscriber to Lire in order to con pete. The contest is open to sre | one, the coveted secrets of thy fellow-men, and make of thee an example to be hated by thine own sex. They will exile trec from their society and point the finger of scorn at thee, saying, “ Thou traitor! Even the earth beneath thy feet wiil seem to cry out against thee for being so vile as to subvert the law of thy Maker and Iet a woman rule over thee. As the years wear on, my son, thou wilt only be fit to stay at home and do the menial work of thine abode whilst thine illustrious spouse lectures from the platform or spends the evenings at her club. To finish thee, my son, thou wilt either go hang thyself or be dwarfed into oblivion. “Verbum sat sapienti.? Mrs. M. J. Guerin, I Cos Eprtor, Lire. Sir:—A suffragette “on the side- means a crooked management Epwin L. Crarx. brated resort has been much exag- gerated, for it was not hot; in fact, it was scarcely warm, and an over- coat was not out of place. But the greatest disappointment of all were the people; not a friend I expected to meet was in sight, and the many famous and distinguished persons one would naturally expect to see were nowhere visible, so I left with sadness and regret; another dream spoiled, another illusion shattered beyond repair. I have undergone many disappointments in my life, but this was the greatest of all. Take pity on others, Lire, and do not advertise this much over- respected spot. I inclose a photo- graph which speaks for itself. I leave it to you, Lire, is Hell what you expected? Yours in sadness, A.M. Penri Dannury, Conn., October 1910, ee ee ne eee comicbooks.com