Life — August 8, 1912 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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1550 ; Life’s Fresh Air Fund Lire’s Fresu Aix Funp has been in oper- ation twenty-five years. In that time it hos expended $133,340.25 and has given a fort. might in the country to 33.737 poor city chil ren, The Fund is supported entirely by bequests and voluntary contributions, which are ac knowledged in this column, Previously acknowledged. In Memory of Lowr ppbtageh, sth, ton Me and Mrs. E. F. Consigny Cash ... . Dick, John and Junior Speer. Thomas Shar; Elsie and Gerd Hiorth, eleven and ten years; Mar- garet Sandow, nine years; Mar- joie and Edith Gregg, nine and six years; Ruth Knudsen, eleven 5 43.00 25.00 i ee 25.00 George Moore Smith: 10.00 R. and H. 1 25.00 In memory of F. W. J. : . 10.00 Baird Hall, aged ‘nine; Catharine Baird Holmes, aged nine 1.05 Mrs. A. K. Smale 5.00 * From a Friend ° 100 M.A. 5:00 3.00 100.00 5.00 10.00 PGiG 10.00 G, Vv, B 12.00 W. C. Griggs. 5.00 From Pandor : . Mrs. Ida St. John Oye, given at a lawn fete at Ridgefield, Conn.... $28.50 $8,311.44 ACKNOWLEDGED WITH THANKS. One_package of rompers and overalls from Mrs. Frances Hartman, West Haven, Conn, Our Thanks to These Friends in Hawaii Lire’s Frest Air Farm: GexttemeN: A month ago to-day I started a little club among my girl friends and called it the “Busy Bee Club.” The reason I started it was to collect money for Live's Farm. The members were Elsie and Gerd Hiorth (eleven and ten years), Margaret Sandow (nine years), Marjoie and Edith Gregg (nine and six years old) and Ruth Knudsen (eleven years old). We have worked hard all this month and last Thursday we had the sale. I am staying with my grandmother, Mrs. V. Knudsen, and she gives a tennis party every Thursday afternoon. Last Thursday we had some tables down at the tennis court, and we had all the art cles spread out on them, All the things were sold and we made $43.00, which we are sending. ; Next year we hope to have a fair and send you more moncy. Yours sincerely, Rutn Knupsen, Kexana Kanal, Terr. or Hawall. General: SUCH DEVOTION TOUCHES ME HEART Somewhere the Sun’s Not Shining HAT boots it that the Sun is hot As any Afric Hottentot? Or that the pave doth simmer like A boiling kettle; or the pike Is drably dusty in the heat That streams incessant on the street? Cuorvs. Somewhere the Sun's Not shining! Somewhere are drifts of snow. Somewhere an icy-lining Enthralls some Esquimo. Somewhere Somebody's sneezing Some Walrus tooralays, And with his measures wheezing Tells us of Harry Days! Why grieve because the Mercury Is somewhere round one-twenty-three? Why mope because there is no lack Of moisture coursing down your back? Why cuss because a humid streak Has left you spineless, worn and weak? Cuorus. Somewhere the Clouds are rising And shutting off the Sun. Somewhere a paralyzing Old Blizzard's on the run. Somewhere Somebody shivers In ice-bound Arctic Bays, And zero-weather quivers With hints of Harry Days! Give up these moanings of despair O'er August and her torrid air. Refrain from plaints because no breeze Or zephyrs kiss your leafy trees. } Cease caviling because your bed Is hotter than a tin-roofed shed— Cuorvs. Somewhere a blast is blowing That's colder than the deuce. Somewhere the ice is flocing Over River, Dam and Sluice. Somewhere the Esquimoses Are singing songs of praise Straight through their frosty noses To Harry, Harry Days! John Kendrick Bangs. comicbooks-com