Life — August 31, 1911 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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ls His Punishment Condign ? W do not particularly sympathize with Colonel J. J. Astor in his matrimonial purposes, but there are at Ieast two respects in which at this writ- ing, in mid-August, we feel for First, in being so constituted by na- tivity of training that he could not make himself permanently acceptable to the de- sirable lady whom he first acquired as his wife econd, in Ui a target for the grievous outpourings of the Rev. George him. Chalmers Richmond and for the pop- pings of scores of newspaper camera men, space writers, head-line artists and. writers of moral editorials, not to men- tion all the astute lady journalistic spe- cialisis. Undoubtedly the Reverend Richmond is having one of the best times of his life, which is nice, for it is pleasant to see any man happy; but it se crucl and unusual form of discipline for anybody. But perhaps it is all r as the learned Lawyer Wickersham lately suggested, should be condign. Perhaps Richmond is a condign punishment for Astor. To be kicked by a wild ass would be a condign punishment for some of- soa ht. Punishment, fenses. now perfectly plain; he says that Mr. Morgan should fix the prices. We arise in the morning and wish to order butter, Yesterday it sold at fifty cents. What will it be to-day? This would necessitate our calling up Mr. Morgan's office to find out; as a lot of other people would be doing the same thing, we should have to wait. Possibly starve. Yet we are not alarmed. We already have enough confidence in Mr. Morgan to believe that when it is necessary he will issue a morning bulletin which will give the scale of prices for the day. It's really a short step from Govern- ment bonds to butter. NO WONDER IT FEELS A LITTLE BATTERED AT THE Butting Into Sunday Afternoon HE New York Evening Telegram has set up a Sunday afternoon editio It is rather a pity, for it has been pro able to reserve half a day out of the week for things to happen without news- paper supervision, The Sunday morning papers are constituted with the aim of checking thought about mundane things. A mind that has been soaked in one of them is as good as vacant for some hours afterwards. It wants no more news that day, and should not concern itself any further with matters of this world. For our own part we prefer to work the Sunday papers late in the evening, just before going to bed, and so enter into repose with facult But whenever examined they serve com pletely the purpose that a Sunday news- paper should fulfill. There is no need to supplement them by Sunday papers of later publication. We hope that the Sunday Evening Telegram will never pay. It would not be consistent with sincere regard for the public welfare to hope otherwise, quenched “SAY, MA, THOSE BFANS WE END OF THE SEASON From a Successful Author Tue Epitors or Lire. Drax Sins.—I beg to acknowledge receipt yesterday of your very kind let- ter informing me of your decision in the Nile picture contest. 1 thank you plendid prize and for the com Letter most sincerely for the in even greater measure pliment in your selection of my lines in preference to the many more meritorious ones 1 am sure were submitted. Grate- ful as I am for the prize, it bas ruined my faith in the soundness ot your ju ment. Also, I am sorry to state that am “no lady.” The hand-painted, sachet- scented front name I bear is a reproach, heaped upon me by my parents in the first bitter flush of their disappointment because I neglected to be born a girl. Again thanking you for your generous courtesy and renewing my allegiance to Lire, I am, Most cordially yours, Rosette M. Davis. Councit Biurrs, I August 13, 1911. FINE, DON'T YOU WISI THEY WERE DEMON- STRATIN’ SOME Pir, Too?” comicbooks.com