Life — January 11, 1912 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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120 Does He Sleep Enough? Edison likes benevolent despots and co- operation.—Headline in a newspaper. R. EDISON is often quoted as saying that four hours a night is enough to sleep, and that that is all he ever takes, There is no doubt about his value as an electrical ex- pert, but when it comes to great-man deliverances on racial, political, eco- nomic and educational subjects, the impression often results that perhaps Mr. Edison’s mind would work more to edification on these generali- ties if he allowed himself eight hours sleep. Hasty snatches of inexpert opinion on deep subjects are apt to be not very valuable, Poor, Poor Creatures! “17M glad I wasn’t born a wild crea- ture,” quoth Boobler as he stood looking at the display in a furrier’s window. “Everywhere they go there is some one lurking, eager to snare them for their fur. Poor, poor crea- tures!” Then he hurried on to the collec- tor’s office, where he paid five times more tax, pro rata, than his more prominent fellow-citizens; to the ex- press company, where he paid three times what was right for the trans- portation of a package; to the grocer’s, where he paid eight cents a pound for five-cent sugar; to the butcher's, where THE SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE O72 het mar abully goad dinner, Jones, Perch satlar fo gow self.” es § WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN SO OFTEN? he shelled out twenty-five cents for meat for which the farmer received six cents on the hoof; to the clothier’s, where he paid an all-wool price for a one-fourth cotton suit; to a real estate office, where he made his monthly payment on a lot in a speculative-boom-made addition to the city; and finally paid a ten-cent fare to ride home on a five-cent-fare-universal-transfer-before-consolidation car line, “Poor little wild creatures,” grieved Boobler to his wife that evening, anent the wild animals, whose fate had made a deep impression on him indeed, “ Everywhere they go there is some one lurking for them,” etc., ete. Louis Schneider. A FAMILY affair—the departure of the cook.