Life — May 25, 1911 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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Dear Lirr—I've often wondered As in heavy type you've thundered, Of the various Numbers you would issue next, If not by some mistake That your Editors might make You'd have something really funny in your text. 2 You've had numbers now galore And they've been an awful bore, Each new one seems a little duller still, Numbers on the suffragette, And the dog, dear little pet, That some very worthy doctor tried to kill. 3 In this vivid U. S. A. There are lots of brains they say, And sometimes you must get something good— Keep some really clever verse, And some jokes that might be worse, And have a funny number as you should. H. B. M. Dare you to publish this? No!—Epitor or Lire. We Indorse This Epitor or Lrre, Dear Sir: Having read a newspaper account quoting a prominent business man as stating that in order to be a success in life one must learn to travel alone, and advising the young man to remain single, I begin to see the earmarks of a con- spiracy in restraint of population, But will this logic (?) appeal to the grand young man? Perbaps the successful business man has been, or had been, snubbed by some young lady, which apparently made him turn against all of her sex, forgetting, perhaps, that there were still many fish left uncaught. It would be highly interesting to learn just what his definition of success is, as there seem to be many kinds of success, Contrary to his apparent belief, the great majority of successful men owe their success in life to the finer spiritual influence of women, whether it be their wives, mothers or sisters, and if a man, TED E- From Our Readers no matter how successful in business, goes through life minus the refining in- fluence of a good woman, particularly a wife, he is losing the biggest part of success. Notwithstanding the opinion of some men, a wife is a great producer, and she accomplishes a great deal more than she is ever given credit for, and her spiritual influence has very often transformed man from a wreck into a great success and made a successful man still more successful, If those so-called successful bachelor business men are imbued with the idea that their success is owing to their fixed policy of traveling alone, what, pray, would have been their status had their own parents been imbued with the same idea? There are so many beautiful rosebuds of American womanhood born to blush unseen and waste their sweetness on the desert air, and it is a shame that the bachelors do not mend their ways and endeavor to reduce the surplus. I am a bachelor, I confess, but I count this a great misfortune, and fully believe that, other things being equal, and, judging from the ctatements of married friends and acquaintances in the premises, mar- riage is a grand sweet song, which can- not be equaled by any mere material suc- cess, and am convinced that if neces- sary hosts of men and women through- out the country would uphold me in this belief. Cordially yours, Joux E. Drew, Ja. Passatc, N. J., May 1, 1911. Another View itor Lire: Have just finished reading the sad let- ter of W. A. Thomas, from that dear Shanghai, in which he recites the story of the untimely death of two fair young girls and a noble banker, who went swiftly to their graves because of their perverseness in remaining unvaccinated, and “were buried just before dawn.” I do not see what bearing the hour of their, burial has on the question—but let that pass. I infer from W. A. T.’s letter that there are no untimely deaths in Shang- hai except among the unvaccinated, but here it is not so. A few months ago a bright boy, ten years of age, was sent home from the public school because he was found to be unvaccinated, with the ultimatum, “no vaccination, no educa- tion.” His parents protested, but not wishing him to grow up an ignoramus, had him vaccinated and he returned to school. In a few days he became violently ill, his arm became swollen to twice its natural size, and after a week of fright- ful suffering he died. I cannot add that he, too, was “ buried at the hour before dawn,” but at that I do not think his case less tragic than those of the two fair young girls and the noble banker. Did space permit I could give nu- merous other cases along similar lines, but this will suffice to show that vaccina- tion, even when indulged in annually, like spring cleaning, May moving or Labor Day strikes, is not an unfailing panacea for sudden death. J. J. Paut. Sr. Louts, Mo., May 2, 1911. It's Coming ! Eprtor Lire, Dear Sir: When may the writer expect a Wild West Number of your great family journal?) Or have I overlooked a bet and have the gentle cowboy, flagrant redman, innocent mine promoter, etc., already come in for their share? Yours truly, Ropert V. Carr. Los Ancetes, Cat. ROOM FOR REFLECTION comicbooks.com