Life — January 5, 1911 — page 61: what you’re looking at

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“LIFE: Relative Values HE took two weeks to choose her winter hat, Ran here and there and tried on this and that. The matter of her hose and lingerie Was studied long, as weighty things should be. And when it came to gowns, she pondered o'er Each tuck and ruffle, bias flounce and gore, Debated well the style of skirt and sleeve She picked a husband in one moonlit eve. The Conservation of Energy HE man from Maine leaned back thoughtfully in his chair as he looked skeptically at the man from Gotham, he said, “that we are gradually winding ourselves up; that the time is rapidly coming when we shall reach the end of our natural resources and the race will die out.” “That is my idea about it,” said the man from Gotham. “There is a limit to all things “whew! Back TO NATURE FoR ME!” “True,” said the man from Maine, “or apparently true. But, my dear fellow, you forget the tremendous strides that we have recently taken in the realms of the—I won't say tothem. He is always a little bit ahead of the game. He has spiritual, but psychic. When new needs arise, man is equal conquered the earth and the air, and in a short time he will harness the psychic forces.” “T don’t quite understand you,” said the man from Gotham, who was naturally obtuse about all matters not strictly materialistic. “You mean that we will be able to produce things out of the mind?” “Yes, sir. I will give you an instance. I have a grand- mother. She is over cighty years old. Well, for the last ten years of her life she has been more or léss inactive—not a valuable asset, you understand; nice old lady, but unproduc- tive. From an economic standpoint she was a burden on the state. Now, up to that time, she used to knit—very fond of it, and did it very well; turned out quite a lot of hose—used to sell ‘em at church fairs; kept me supplied, also—habit with her; could do it automatically, you understand. Well, as I remarked, she stopped gradually about ten years ago—it just kind of died out—no use to anyone—just sat there and did nothing. Looked hopeless.” “But it wasn’ said the man from Gotham, anxiously. The idea of getting something out of nothing appealed to what imagination he had. It fascinated h “Oh, no!” replied the man from Maine, carelessly.“ You see, it was quite simple, I got a book on mental science, read up on it, and then, when grandmother fell asleep one night, I just treated her subliminal self. I suggested to her that she could knit—put the needles and worsted in her hands- cranked up her subliminal self, so to speak, ead got it started and she went right ahead and began to turn out hose. No strain on her, Subliminal self does it all. Wonderful what it does. Why, she turns out a pair a night, working only cight hours. Pays for herself.” He leaned over and laid his hand gently on the shoulder of the man from Gotham. “You see, old fellow,” he said, “the world isn't so badly off as you thought it was.” “Y sir! The question is, What would this country do without Morgan?” “No, that isn’t it. In the present impoverished condition of countries in general, the question What would Morgan NOT TO RE TRUSTED do without this one?" comicbooks.com