Life — February 15, 1912 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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338 The Sunny South HE air was warm and balmy, and the odor of orange blossoms and magnolias, and the sound of birds sing- ing in the foliage overhead, filled us with a joyous sense of gladness as we went up to the radiant Sunny South and grasped her cordially by the hand. “Tt seems good to see you,” we said, hastily removing our fur-lined overcoat and basking joyfully in the sun- shine of her smile. “Do you mind if we sit down on this bed of moss and make love to you? My, but you are beautiful!” It was amusing to watch the Sunny South as we uttered these words. Many of our beautiful Northern girls would have showed their appreciation of the flattery, but not this lovely vision. She was evidently too much accustomed to it; for, from time immemorial, all men had come from the ends of the earth to do her homage. “Tam pleased to see you,” she said, her smile tingling our blood and making our heart expand, “ You may say anything you please to me. I want you to feel perfectly at home and free to talk. You know I am not frigid, and oftentimes repellant by too much dignity, as my Northern sisters are. But never fear, I shall know how to manage you; speak on.” Entranced by her wonderful voice, we sat spell-bound for a moment, and then said: “Where did you get your wonderful complexion?” “That is due entirely to the use of Florida water.” “And may we ask how you manage to amuse your- self?” “My principal recre- ation is entertaining cold-blooded Northern- ers, and infusing into them some warm human sentiment.” “But your occupation?” we tured. “Well, I employ quite a little of my time in turning out the most beautiful women in the world. Have you seen my Kentucky brand?” “We have, indeed. There is noth- ing like it on the face of the earth.” “Don't say that.” She tapped us reproachfully with her palm leaf fan. “Don’t forget Tennessee, and Vir- ginia, and then, the belles of New Orleans!” “Sweeter than molasses,” we whis- pered, softly. The Sunny South nodded. Then serious ven- “TRE « “ And your beauty,” we broke in, “ making you the most charming person in the world. And your costumes? Was ever anything so gorgeous?” The Sunny South smiled again. “Quite true,” she murmured softly; “they are hand- some, they come jrom Nature. And yet, as I grow older, my taste grows quicter. Do you know——” She paused reflectively. “Tam getting so that I affect a combination of blue and gray more and more.” And then we lifted high in the air the mint julep that she had ordered for us and said: “Lauly, here’s to the blue and the gray, And may your shadow never grow less.” Problems Fe anyone who will discover solutions to the following problems we should be delighted to issue patents, copyrights, lette.s of marque and reprisal, passports, com- missions, diplomas or other suitable indentures: How to fit antediluvian superstitions to twentieth cen- tury science. How to fit sixteenth century religion to twentieth cen- tury sin. How to fit seventeenth century charity to twentieth cen- tury poverty. How to fit an eighteenth century government to a twen- tieth century trust. How to fit a nineteenth century army and navy to twentieth century peace and arbitration. E. 0. J. Chanson du Printemps ISS me, Celeste, A kiss is best. Our tears are vain. When love is dead, When love is fled, We love again! For love is fleet, As love is sweet, And knows no rest. So let's to-day Love while we may, Kiss me, Celeste. Peter. Overtime “DOOR PETERSON. He had to give up his job as floor-walker.” “T thought he was solidat Bigby’s?” “He was, but he had a new arrival at his house and he couldn’t stand being on his feet both night and day.” she waved her arms slowly about her. “All this region,” she said, “is mine. My warmth, my affection, my sentiments——” VW OR OW to stop the woman suffrage movement— THE MAID OF ORLEANS IN HER COAT OF MALE thirty-five. put the age limit up from twenty-one to