Life — January 18, 1912 — page 33: what you’re looking at

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Rhymed Reviews The Life Everlasting (By Marie Corelli. George H. Doran Company) (Scheherazade first explains That just the Truth in naked glory Would stump her readers’ feeble brains, And so she'll preach the Truth in story.) “Man's deathless, oft-embodied Soul Through countless lives of toil and trouble Goes chasing ’round from pole to pole To find its destined lady-double. “Nay, Groundling; cease to jeer and laugh ! Exert your Will's unbounded power, Annex your Spirit's Other-Hali And win Creation’s Perfect Flower! “In cave and hall, on bench and throne, In peaceful vale, in tempests’ thun- der My Soul-mate’s Being wooed my own, But trifles kept us still asunder. “We let Convention intervenc— (A priestly vow,—a spouse,—a trai- tor). He killed me, once; and I, a Queen In Egypt, stabbed him ages later. “He knew I should have been his wife Some thousand incarnations sooner, And sought me, in this Present Life Upon the Dream, his fairy schooner. “Creation’s Laws were all revealed To him; myself was all he needed. I loved him? yes; but would not yield Before I knew as much as he did. “And so to learn the Mystic Rule, The Crux and Crown of Occult Knowledge, I sought a Psychic Boarding School— A kind of Yogi Business College “Wherein were Seven-Pointed Stars, And Flames, and Mystic Mummery, And shocks from Psychic Leyden Jars, And Cabalistic Flummery “That fitted me to share his lot.— A Little Transcendental Spooning, And off we go upon his yacht To spend the ages honeymooning! ” s the lady means to joke us is clear that Mystic Miss Corelli Rosicrucian hocus-pocus fas Paracelsus whipped to jelly. Arthur Guiterman. When Maude Adams Got Lost in the Desert Not long ago the famous actress camped for weeks in the Egyptian Desert with a friend, and now the friend tells about it. Feeling as free as a bird from her work, she could not contain herself, and amazed the friend who was with her one day by dancing an Arabian dance and ending by throwing a complete somersault. She raced, too, at breakneck speed over the desert onan Arabian steed with her Arab dragoman, a man born to the saddle, amazing the native rider as he dashed after her in vain. It is a lovely picture that one is given: the picture of a Maude Adams that the public does not know: the real Maude Adams, riding in moonlight on donkey-back around the Pyramids: sitting at the door of her tent in the eternal calm of the desert, and then in full action riding and shouting, and even laughing with girlish glee when she finds herself lost in the heart of the Egyptian Desert, hundreds of miles from civilization. ‘The article is in the February Lapies’ Home Journat, For 15 Cents You Have It THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY INDEPENDENCE SQUARE, PHILADELPHIA Playing Tennis With Sarah Bernhardt One would hardly believe it—that a woman of 67 could be as agile on the tennis court as a girl. Yet here is the photograph to prove it, taken just last summer, show- ing the great actress in the act of full play, darting across the court like a girl, delivering a “back-hand cut.” And she will play not a single “set,” but for three hours at a time, vanquishing all who play with her and coming out of the game as fresh as she entered it. It is really a remarkable story of a remarkable woman at her remarkable summer home—an old fort—playing remarkable tennis. The pictures are as interesting as the text. Sce the article in the February Lapies’ Home Journat. For 15 Cents You Have a Copy ‘THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY INDEPENDENCE SQUARE, PHILADELPHIA