Life — July 24, 1913 — page 37: what you’re looking at

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My Conscience Sometimes my Conscience says, says he, “Don't you know me?” And I, says I, skeered through and through, “ Of course I do. You air a nice chap ever’ way, I'm here to say! You make me ery—you make me pray, And all them good things thataway— That is, at night. Where do you stay Durin’ the day?” And then my Conscience says, one’t more, “You know me—shor “Oh, yes,” says I, a-trimblin’ faint, “You're jes’ a saint! Your ways is all so holy-right, I love you better ever’ night You come around—'tel plum daylight, When you air out o” sight!” And then my Conscience sort o' grits His teeth, and spits On his two hands and grabs, of course, Some old remorse, And beats me with the big butt-end O' that thing—'tel my clostest friend ‘Ud hardly know me. “Now,” says he, “Be keerful as you'd orto be And allus think o’ me!” —James Whitcomb Riley, in the Century. A Clincher The American chorus girl, who is now invading London with great success, is nothing if not up to date. Mr. George Atliss, whose performances in “ Dis- racli” are arousing so much interest, illustrates this with a story. You are behind the times over here,” said a pink and pretty American show girl. “ Why, I notice that ‘ Twelfth Night’ is playing in one of the Strand theatres and we bad that two years ago on Broadway."—Lippincott's. The greatest curse which can be en- tailed upon mankind is a state of war. All the atrocious crimes committed in years of peace—all that is spent in peace by the secret corruptions, and by the thoughtless extravagance of nations, are mere trifles compared with the gigantic evils which stalk over the world in a state of war sordney, Smith. The utmost in Caieeedes Ingersoll oa Tobacco The-Kansas City Star recently re- published, by special request, the follow- ing—Robert G. Ingersoll’s famous tribute to tobacco: “ These leaves make friends and cele- brate with gentle rites the vows of peace. They have given consolation to the world. They are the companions of the lonely, the friends of the imprisoned, of the exile, of workers in mines, of fellers of forests, of sailors on the deep seas. They are givers of strength and calm to the vexed and wearied minds of those who build with thought and brain the temples of the soul. They tell of hope and rest. They smooth the wrinkled brows of care; drive fear and strange misshapen dreads from out of the mind and fill the heart with rest and peace. Within their magic warp and woof some potent, gracious spell imprisoned lies, that, when released by fire, doth softly steal within the fortress of the brain and bind in sleep the captured senti nels of care and grief. These leaves are the friends of the fireside, and their tmokelike incense rises from myriads of happy homes. Cuba is the smile of the sea.” A Happy Marriage Depends largely on a knowledg ‘a ‘ whole truth about self and sex and their. relat and health. T edge does correctly from ord every-day sources SEXOLOGY (Illustrated) by William H. Walling, A.M, B1.D., wholesome way in e Gatedeo a Wite Shou All In one volume, Illustrated, $2, Write for “Other Peoples Opinions” ani T Puritan Pub. Co. 776 Perry Bldg., Phila, Pa, Kelly- Spring field A al can't get the best Automobile Tires ise iret men Tt takes a human hand and a human brain. That is why we point to the fact that Kelly-Springfield Automobile Tires are made strictly by hand. KELLY-SPRINGFIELD TIRE COMPANY, Cor. Bway. and 57th St., N. Y. Branch offs in New York, Chinen, Phaddhia, Boon, St, Loi Detrt Cncnna. San Fanci, Ee anedo, Cletisods Babies, See Kuss Abren, Os Bufalo, Bis Hoag Ti & Rube Cs. Columba, Oi, ry and Rober Co. Houston, Teas a, * pens Mrs. Microbe: My pear, THIS MUST BE THAT VACANT FLAT WE SAW ADVER- TISED. comicbooks.com