Life — January 2, 1913 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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ON THE CREST OF THE WAVE Life’s Family Album Charles Broughton N the Museum of Natural History in New York there stands the pol- ished section of a California redwood tree. If nothing but the bark re- mained it would be easily possible for a horse and buggy to drive through it without touching the sides. There are —if memory serves us—over nine hun- dred rings in this section, and each ring represents a year. The idea embodied in this tree fur- nished Mr. Broughton with one of his greatest inspirations. Many of Lire’s readers no doubt will recall this re- markable picture, which was published in our issue of January 9, 1908. It rep- resents some of the principal: things that have happened in the history of the world since this tree was first planted or began its career. Mr. Broughton, however, omitted one important occurrence. That was his own birthday. For the purpose of verifying this date, we took occasion to drop in on him recently. Alas! For it must be confessed that Mr. Broughton has not an ecclesiasti- cal temperament. He absolutely re- fuses to talk about himself. What can be done with an able man like that who resolutely confines him- self to bare outlines? This is what really happened: “You were ton——?” “In Montreal, Canada, February 1864." “And you became an artist—— Realizing our mistake, we revised our question. “Beg pardon, it became apparent that you were an artist in——?” “Really, I don’t remember. I was early taught by William Cruikshank, a nephew of George Cruikshank, and I credit to his instruction whatever may be worthy in my work.” “When did you come to New York?” “When I was sixteen. I have lived here ever since and am a citizen of the United States.” As for our own knowledge, we may add that Mr. Broughton never did a poor picture. born, Mr. Brough- Warwithturky " WAS bulgar, and the ferdinand Did serb and balkan with the greek. Allfriendly was the borderland, The great idea outpeek. “Beware the warwithturk, my son; The plague that kills, the pain that racks; Beware the turkey bird, and shun The sultan’s afterwhacks.” He took byzantium in hand, Long time.the moglem foe he sought, So rested he by the. musketree, And mosqued awhile in thought. And as tchatalja lines he'd russ, The warwithturk, all tired of strife, Scutaried through the Bosphorus, And islamed for his life. One, two! One, two! And right on through Byzantium like bric-a-brac. He did his work, and licked the turk, And montenegrode back. “And hast slain the warwith- turk? Come to my arms, by allied four, Hellenic greece! Give mea piece!” Now austria doth roar. thou 'Twas bulgar, and the ferdinand Did serb and balkan with the greek. Allfriendly was the borderland, The great idea outpeck. Didi Wi: The Bore M RS. WICKERSHAM, the wife of the Attorney-General, declares that you will never be a, bore if you carefuly avoid the four ‘D's, namely, Disease, Descendants, Domestics and Dress. On the contrary, no professional hore confines himself to these sub- jects.. When a man is a bore, he is a bore upot: any subject which he dis- cusses, and if tic is not a bore he can talk about the four D’s with impunity. and people will listen to him and be interested in him. An interesting man can make his cook interesting, and an uninteresting man makes everything uninteresting. comicbooks.com