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

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1756 Life’s Fresh Air Fund Lire’s Fees Ain Fuxp has been in oper: ction teen years, In that time it expended $133,340.25 and has given a fort. night in the country to 33,737 poor city chil- dren, The Fund is supported entirely by bequests and voluntary* contributions, which are ac- knowledged in this coln a Previously acknowledged. +$9,792.91 Mrs. Louis F. Prankard 210.00 In memory of Craig A. Marsh 10.00 Proceeds of an_entertainment given for Lire’s Fresh Air Fund by Kathryn King, Joscelyn King, Billy King, Alice “Vail and Nora “Eastview,” Saratoga $.10 5.00 fa fair held at Meadevale . Woodbury, Conn., by two olds. ; ACKNOWLEDGED WITI THANKS Four yearly subscriptions to the Children’s Star, for the Farm Library. One bundle of copies of the Children's Stor. Package of clothing from Mrs. M. Martin, Georgetown, Conn, Case of white canvas rubber soled shoes from, Messrs. R. H, Hoskins Cow, Hrooklyn, 5 The Over- “Two boxes of oranges from HE strange man who had been caught by the police trying to escape in a suit of regimentals that did Supreme Court of the United States, not seem to be the work of an Ameri- Which, fortunately, happened to be in can tailor was haled before the Session to consider this case. “What's this?” said the judge of the court, waking up all the other judges. “Can this be a foreign min- ister? Ah! I sce it is. And what has he been doing?” “Ah, judge,” replied the officer, “that is the wonderful part of it all What do you suppose he was doin; “Prisoner, what were you doing?” The prisoner refused to be intimi- dated. He looked the judge in the eye. “When I was taken by this brute? he asked. “When you were arrested—what were you doing?” Nothing. I was sitting in a café.” “You were saying something. Of- ficer, am I on the right trail?” “You are, judge. He was saying something. Treason!” “Ah! We grow warmer. Treason! Go on prisoner, what were you say- ing?” “I was talking about the Panama A WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING Cana’ land Orange & Lemon Company,” California. LITERALLY Treadon SIRS, BLANK, OF GALVESTON, PRESENTED ER HUSBAND WITH A BOUNCING TEXAS boy.” The court room was by this time the scene of the most intense excitement. Spectators crowded in from every- where. Anything that reflects upon the sacred honor of the United States always draws a crowd—especially if it is any kind of a fight. “ And so, sir, you were talking about the Panama Canal,” said His Honor. “And what were your words? Officer, repeat his words.” They were as follows, your Hon- or,” said the officer, referring to a ne’ book. “The prisoner said: ‘When the Panama Canal is ready you can count on this hypocritical Re- public going back on every promise that it has ever made, or every treaty that it has ever signed, unless all the countries of Europe combine against it. Look at the way Roosevelt robbed poor old Columbia. Just wait!’ That's what he said, judge.” “Enough,” said the judge. “ Lock him up! Anyone who tells the truth about this country will get what’s com- ing to him!” And amid universal applause the poor wretch was taken out in irons. comicbooks-co