Life — July 31, 1913 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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184 Life’s Fresh Air Fund Inclusive of 1912, Live's Fars Ate Foxo has been in operation twenty-six years. In that time it has expended $139,304.44 and hes given a fortnight in the country to 34,788 poor city children. ‘The Fund is supported entirely by bequests and voluntary contributions, knowledged in this column, Previously acknowledged -$3.704.66 A. S. & C. H. W., Onion Lake, Sask. 5.70 Fe Ge Me eves 5.00 Grantwood College 10.00 Florence M. Underwood . $.00 Mrs. Elinor Stevens... 5.00 Gordon B. Gall... 1.00 A Newport Subscriber 25.00 P. Gadebusch 15.00 "Miles and Majel”... : 11.80 Alex. L. Brodhead $.00 Mrs. Elsie Hobson 5.00 Bertha S. Hoag... $.00 Mrs. Louis F. Prankard A Friend 0.0... 2.00 M.A. Clark....... 3.00 CM. Rayseeeeeeee aot 25 F. P. Warren... 10.00 Augusta B. Evans. sees 10.00 Mrs. Charles Holt . 5.00 Anne King Poe. “ Bessie, Molly, Ned and George". 20.00 CBS... ¥ $.00 Mrs. Charles Jackson 25.00 Andrew Deyo 10.00 The Wheat-Nut Company Offering taken at Praise Service, July 6, at Camp Champlain...... Mrs, Wilhemine Kiesel. “The Reading Company ” Mrs. John Schimmel D. Scbnakenberg R. and H. Hazard... Curtis E. Lyter. zabeth Southard a In Memory of Alcine Lindley. Old Adages Disproved Nothing Doesn't Succeed Like Success. (Gen anything be more ridiculous than the assertion than nothing succeeds like success? A successful man is one who has made a failure of everything else except the thing in which he has succeeded. If, for ex- ample, he has been successful at ac- quiring wealth he has nothing else to recommend him. Success in any direc- tion is in reality only the measure of one’s failure in all other directions. Furthermore, the moment a man at- tains success this success, instead of succeeding, immediately begins to fail him. Failure always succeeds. Success always fails. ANYCLIMATEYOULIKE HOTEL FROM 100 DEGREES IN THE SHADE TO PERPETUAL SNOW HERE is no logic in a baby’s cry. a woman's smile or a beautiful sunset. The Hottest Gridiron HEN Earth's last fact'ry’s sus- pended, And the fires are all cold in their bed, When the richest of raveled, And the poorest dead— We shall rest from the strikes and the riots, Lie down underneath a white stone, Till the Judge of the Workmen and Bosses Shall summon us all to His throne. textiles has of Workers is And those who were Bosses shall tremble, They'll long for an alibi then, And wish they'd divided their profits, And treated the Workers like—Men. For, somehow, ‘twill sound a bit specious The “dividend” plea as excuse, For that Judge will not fear to offend them, But will call an Abuse an—Abuse. And He'll send them on gridirons to languish, Heated just to the proper degree To suit the offense they committed, And no one will pardon them— see? But He'll pick out worked children, stunted their brains, And I hope—nay, I'm sure, He will wrack them With something undreamed of in pains. William the ones who And bodies and Wallace Whitelock. PEAKING of “V. V.’s Eyes,” by Mr. Henry Sydnor Harrison, the London Times says that Mr. Harrison makes things as difficult for his readers as he can.* * * Those who open it and begin at the beginning have to wade through a chapter which is perhaps fuller of literary affectations than any other chapter we have ever read. This will be news to the majority of American book reviewers, who, not having any other epoch-making book to write about during the summer, have filled their columns with pzans of praise of Mr. Harrison's book. comicbooks.com