Life, 1914-05-28 · page 38 of 44
Life — May 28, 1914 — page 38: what you’re looking at
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## Main Story: "His Self" The featured narrative depicts a man named Millby encountering his own conscience or "Self" personified. Two years after a failed marriage, his Self returns to claim their "old relationship" as companion and guide. Millby rejects this, announcing he'll remarry—to another "sweetest, dearest" woman. The Self vanishes, defeated. **The satire**: This appears to critique male hypocrisy and self-deception in romance. Millby dismisses his conscience after divorce, planning to repeat the same romantic mistakes. His Self's departure suggests willful abandonment of moral self-awareness. ## Editorial: "Denatured Poetry" Life's editors criticize contemporary verse submissions, arguing poets substitute rhyming for actual thought. They claim many writers believe owning a rhyming dictionary eliminates the need for genuine ideas. **The point**: A complaint about lowered literary standards—poetry reduced to technical mechanics rather than meaningful expression. The page also contains period advertisements (Old Overholt Rye, Hudson River Day Line, devices for the deaf, horse nails).
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Cnly the solemn prenuptial June shadows deepened on the opposite wall. He was alone. II It was two years later. Millby, en- tering his solitary room, threw himself in his chair and opened up a rather long legal looking document, illumined with a red seal. As he was about to glance over it, the door suddenly opened and—his Self once more stood before him. “Hello!” exclaimed Millby. “So you have come back, have you? “Yes, I have come back. I read the news of your divorce in this morn- ing’s papers. What do you think of me as a prophet?” “Now, look hers. You didn’t prophesy anything.” “Didn't 1?) The mere fact that I said I would come back in two years was a prophecy in itseli. You know, old man, you were a little bit conceited zbout that love affair of yours. You thought it was different. You thought that the sweetest, loveliest, dearest, cte., girl in all the world was going to be a permanent feature. Hal Like all the rest of mankind, you were mis- taken, and so I have come back to take you up again where I dropped you—or rather where you dropped me, I sup- pose the decree has been granted and you are entirely free?” “Oh, yes,” said Milby, rather in- differently Y January 18, 1816. “J walked to Bob's ho opine, lest nigh Old Overholt Rye “Same for 100 years” Tt has satisfied and warmed the hearts of connoisseurs since the early days of the Nation, Made of purest mountain water and the best of sun- ripened grain. Aged in the wood and bottled in bond. A. OVERHOLT & CO. Pittsburgh, Pa, by Daylight The swiftest, cleanest river steamers in America. Daily except Sunday. Good music; a perfect restaurant. "Washington Irviog”” ‘Hendrick Hudson!” “Robert Faltoa”——““Albany” Through rail tickets be- tween New York and Albany accepted. Send four cents for illus. trated Summer literature. Hudson River Day Line Desbrosses St. Pier “Then we will consider it settled. My vacation over, refreshed in spirit, and ready for business, I shall resume my old relationship as your companion and guide.” Millby went over to the door and opened it. “No thank you, old chap,” he said. “TL will not need you. I have made cther arrangements. You no longer interest_ me. The sweetest, dearest, loveliest —" “Do you mean—” His Self got up. He saw it was all over. “Precisely. To-morrow I am to be married once more to the dearest, sweetest, loveliest —” But the Self had gone. T.L. M. Denatured Poetry OETRY is not a substitute for thought. This bit of didacticism is forced from us by the preponder- ance of poetry, or verse, which we find in our regular manuscript mail and among the answers to contests. Good poetry is always acceptable, but there seems to be a horde of people in this country who think that poetry was invented to avoid thinking; that the possession of a rhyming dictionary and the ability to write a line that scans make it unnecessary to have any real ideas about a subject. A little calm reflection ought to show them that exactly the opposite is true. Unless an idea has considerable merit, it is not worthy to be expressed in verse form, Paitin my ears tow, bee te ‘f viable. | would not know myself, cooly that ‘ bear alll “The Morley Phone for the DEAF i to the cae what lames ae 4 pe tigre fg ett ies’ Anyooe can edit | Over one hundied thowand sold: Wie for booklet and tertimocial THE MORLEY CO., Dept. 783, Perry Blde., Phila. The remedy when nails break down the hoof is to have your horseshoer use “Capewell” te EY These nails cut through the hardest hoof easily. The world’s best horse nail at a fair price—not the cheap- est regardless of quality. SHO can afford them. RTSH SHADE ROLLERS Y orial tc | fend on ze =a Photogeanhy What would you not give fora picture of your son or daughter or some one equally dear to you? De- ferred intentions often cause regrets. Photographic likenesses in the latest art portfolio mountings insuring permanent preservation are the specialty of Francesca Bostwick. Your time and convenience not intruded upon. Appointments for studio or home sittings by correspondence. Highest references. Francesca Bostwick 19 West 31st Street, New York comicbooks.com WN Se