Life — June 19, 1913 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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(Sie _ Make your summer travels pleasant by reading the June 15th Vogue. This number will help you choose your travelling clothes, luggage, and all the little comforts so necessary in steamship, train and hotel. And, if you happen not to be going abroad, this Vogue will carry you in imagination to the most delightful places overseas. Following the flag westward, the next Vogue carrics you first to Manila—that amazing city with all Yankee improve- ments set on the edge of a savage trop- ical island. From Manila we hasten to Tokio, there to. attend the Mikado’s annual garden party. After a few moments under the imperial cherry trees, we find ourselves instantly in Paris—putting a girdle round the world in less than the traditional forty minutes. In Paris we go to the Champs Elysees Theatre—to Paul Iribe’s new shop—we make a few purchases along the Place de l'Opera. A motor carries us to the chateau of the Comte Chabrillan. From the terraced chateau garden it is but a short flight over the Channel to St. Andrews—"the College by the North- ern Sea.” Then south through the hedgerows to London, where society is gathering for the season. The June 1sth Vogue has portraits of ten American peeresses—New York and Chicago women who have married into Debrett. And_so home, with a passing glimpse of the Bond Street shops. To the traveller-in-fact, this number of Vogue is more necessary than Baedeker, because it enables her to dress comfortably and smartly for any amount of sight seeing: And to the traveller-in-fancy this Vogue opens the door to a great many pleasant adventures away from home. Vv oOo G U E 443 Fourth Avenue, New York 25 cents a copy Twice a month CONDE NAST, Publisher $4 a year 24 numbers Rhymed Reviews V. V.'s Eyes (By Henry Sydnor Harrison. Hough- ton Mifflin Co.) OUNG- Doctor Vivian,—“ V. V.” To all the needy ones that knew him,— Repaired the poor without a fee And never bothered what was due him. He'd give his trousers, coat and vest— Unworldliest ‘of: slum physicians— To any tramp, and:did his best To mend Industrial Conditions. The rock of faith on which he stood Was this: That wrongs are only blunders, And everyone’at heart is good. His child-like trust accomplished wonders, No matter-how depraved your ways Or how inclined you were to shirk- ing, His clear, direct, confiding gaze Could set your dormant conscience working. Miss Heth (pronounce it “ Heath,” not “ Heth.”) Was lovely, selfish, rich, flirtatious; To save herself from Gossip’s breath She let a horrid, unveracious Report regarding Jack, poor dear, Go ‘round and cause a frightful ruction ; It spoiled the scapegrace boy’s career And drove him on to self-destruc- tion. ‘Twas V. V.’s Eyes,—too late, alack!— His halting words and all they taught her That moved Miss Heth to clear poor Jack Despite the woes confession brought her. 'Twas V. V.’s Eyes that moved her dad To modernize his old cheroot shop (Conditions there were awful bad) And change it to a very cute shop. But just when all was going weil, When Love was born and things were mended, A workship flooring broke and fell— And kind V. V.’s career was ended. This honest book I hid you read: Your smiles shall gild, your tears shall wet it. And if my good advice you heed I'll give long odds you won't re- gret it. Arthur Guiterman. comicbooks.com