Life — August 3, 1911 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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192 “It’s the Bug,” I said “The what?” ‘The Bug “What Bug?” “The Bug! The Bug, which no microscope will ever detect, and, thanks to whose activi single living thing will stay pu all! Don't ask me!” He did not answer, and for a long time side by side, each following his own thoughts. At last he shook himself and walked down the log. As he gath- cred himself for a leap a sudden thought occurred to m One minut here's some- ' |. Wise and good people being reincarnated as ani- mals, What do the stupid become?” “Why, supermen, of course!” he said, and he was gone with a little splash. mysterious we lay Congratulations W congratulate Mr, Mellen, presi- dent of the New York, New Haven & Hartford Railroad, on the fact that, although he employed an engineer for eleven years, that engineer had but one accident. It is true that this acci- dent, which recently took place at Bridge- port, killed a dozen people and maimed for life, or otherwise injured, a score or more. That this particular engineer—who, by the way, was himself killed, leaving a wife and a family of small children— had not had more frequent accidents, was probably due to the fact that he was em- ployed only part of the time—when he was “needed.” Indeed, if he hadn't been half sick at the time of the accident it might not have occurred at all She: MAY 1 SMOKE, MR, DARLING? He: 1xperp, Do. Of course, the engineer was to blame— not only for getting himself killed, for leaving his family without any visible means of support, but for being employed by the New Haven Road. It is also interesting to observe that, among peopie injured or killed by the accident, whose heirs may sue the road for damages, the family of the engineer naturally will not figure prominently. HAT a man may know how to argue is no proof that he knows what he is arguing about. HISTORY AS IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN PENN'S TREATY WITH THE INDIANS I JUST LOVE THE SMELL OF CIGARETTES. The Bank of Cupid (Condensed Statement) RESOURCES LOASS an discounts—One solitaire. Overdrafts—One promise to wed. Real estate—One lot in the suburbs. Furniture and fixtures—One porch hammock. Cash and sight exchange—Kisses, hugs and honeyed words. Total ccevces cass LIABILITIES. Capital—Unlimited nerve. Surplus—Posterity. Undivided profits—Alimony. Deposits—Liberty. Total. v ? nce C. Criss. These Are Times of Reform and Progressivism has been pointed out that as in the Middle Ages, when piety was particu- larly fervent, all manner of crimes were committed in the name of religion, so now it is reasonable to expect selfishness to operate under the cloak of reform and progress, New Yorx: That's a looking building for a New Yorxer (cheerfully): Yes. It's strange it doesn't collapse or burn down. comicbooks.com