Life — August 29, 1912 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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1670 Life's Fresh Air Fund Inclusive of 1911, Live's Fees Are Fux has been in operation twenty-five years. In that time it has expended $133,340.25 and has given @ fortnight in the country to 33.737 poor city children. The Fund “is ‘supported entirely by be- quests and voluntary contributions, which are acknowledged in this column, Previously acknowledged. . +$9.101.83 Fulford, Shackford and Chandler.. 10.09 Mrs. Harry Hobson : pe 5.00 Elizabeth, Scottie, Mary and John, Marblehead .. 40.00 “RB. DL : t0.00 #1 PH 2.00 Proceeds of tableaux given by. the following boys and girls of the Bash Bish Pleasure Clu . R. Vache- ron, president; Roger Newland, vice-president; Harold Newland, Billie Payne,’ John Prial, Buster Pine, Grace Newland, ‘Eleanor Schmidt, Louise Meyer, “Emily Seixis, Paul’ Meyer... 4 L. F. Emmel. Wm.’ 0. Mor $9,337.83 Postals from the Farm Dear Mother: I hope you are fecling well and we are having very nice time out here. And Micheal is going fat and me to. And I wish we come in New York. And send you thousand kisses to father and mother. And the name of this place. Life's Fram Branch Mrs. Hemmer: Having a good time and we have lots of fun, don't want to go home. le. Eowaro. Lifes Fram Branchbille. “HEP E- Ismay Forever! J. Bounder Ballingford, Life’s Special Correspondent, Makes Arrange- ments in England to Have Mr. Ismay's Name Perpetuated—Great Modesty of English People on Subject. (By J. Bounder Ballingford, 1 Special Correspondent.) ONDON, August 26, 1912. Every- thing is going to be all right. At one time I was fearful that Mr. Bruce Ismay’s work on the Titanic would not be appreciated by the English peo- fle, who are, as you know, naturally cold. But I have been stirring things up, and Mr. Ismay will now undoubtedly take his place as a national hero. I came over here in response to a quiet appeal from King George. I was closeted with him all the first day I arrived. George understands the situation thoroughly. “You see, Bounder,” he said, “Is- may has been criticised by some of you Americans, and of course that won't do—won't do at all.” “Ah, yes,” I murmured, “we did say some harsh things about him, didn’t we? I believe that Admiral Mahan referred to him as a coward, or something of that sort—said he OLYMPIAN GAMES THE HUMAN RACE ought not to have taken the place of some woman who might easily have been saved.” “Precisely,” replied George. “ And that isn’t all either. Mr. Ismay took the best stateroom on the Carpathia, which, of course, as an Englishman and head of the White Star line he had a perfect right to do, and when anyone looked at him suspiciously he simply said, ‘I am Ismay '—which was quite proper. But, my dear fellow, some of you Americans referred to him as a bounder—and we've just got to stick by him, haven’t we?” “Nothing surer,” I replied. “By the way, George, what did you think of Lord Mersey’s report?” “Cold, very cold,” said George. “Ismay was just exonerated; dear me, if the Director of a Steamship Com- pany .can’t be saved and guarded from petty annoyances afterwards, what's to become of us all—and a British subject, too; now, Bounder, help us out!" His appeal affected me deeply, just as any appeal from a sturdy English- man ought to affect any manly man. “George!” I exclaimed, “you can count on me! We'll do the proper by Ismay. We'll place him where he be- longs in the hearts and affections of the English people. Suppose he hadn't ‘ed himself, think of what the con- sequences would have been?” Leaving George, I proceeded to Lord Mersey. I had to break into his house at two in the morning, but he didn’t mind. Indeed, as I am an American journalist, he rather expects this sort of thing. . Look here, old chap,” I exclaimed. “What's the matter with Ismay? Why did you just clear him? I’m some- thing of a bounder myself, and I know what it means not to get what's com- ing to you.” His Lordship closed the door care- fully, ny ‘ou see, my dear bo: comicboo!