Life — July 16, 1914 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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“LIFE: What Do You Think? We Are Constantly in Receipt of Important Letters Which Are Too Long for Our Limited Space. Brevity Is Desirable. A Grumble from Boston Eprror or Lire, Dear Sir: I wish that you would keep after the dining-car service on the Pennsylvania Railroad. The prices charged are out- rageous and the food and service a crime. I came east from Chicago last week on the Manhattan Limited, presum- ably one of the company's best trains, for I paid six dollars extra to ride on it to ‘New York—and I haven't ceased “ cussing" yet. The Pennsylvania might well take a lesson from the Chicago, Milwaukee & St. Paul between Chicago and St. Paul, so far as dining-car service and food are concerned, for that road has found it very much to its financial interest to lose money on every meal it serves in order to “get the business”. Mr. “ Executive Assistant” Lee writes you that “ the rai in the price of meals was due to the fact that the table d'héte meal for one dollar was served at a loss". £o also is the table d’héte dinner on the Pioneer Limited between Chicago and St. Paul served at a loss, and a big loss, too, and it is the kind of meal one can't get on the Pennsylvania at any price, table d'héte or otherwise. But it “gets the business”, and the company has sense enough to welcome the “loss”. Yours truly, TRAVELER. Bostoy, Mass., June "19, 1914. How to Modify, Smallpox Invasion Enrror oF Lire: Samuel T. Knaggs, M.D. F.R.CS., explains: “Vaccination not only in- volves an operation of making an incision through the skin, but also necessitates impregnating the wound with an active virus So as to infect the subject with a specific disease which subsequently modi- fies any future invasion of smallpox that the subject may acquire.” Now, my thought in view of the fore- going, and from your printing of the smallpox epidemic on the battleship Ohio, in which a large number of vaccinated sailors had smallpox, many of the cases having been of the most virulent type, is to ask whether in your estimation the vaccinations so modified the attacks as to explain why so large a proportion of the victims had the most malignant type of smallpox? The United States naval officials have not enlightened the public in this matter, though, as you have re- marked, it would seem to be their duty to do so. Cuartes E. Pace, M.D. Bostox, Mass., June ‘23, 1914. He Doesn't Care for Us Lire Pustisuine Co., Editor: In reading over a few of your back numbers I notice, about 1901, your digs at the British in South Africa. Look ai your noble and self-imposing bunch of politicians and their rotten work in Cuba and the Philippines, and you haven't even conquered a few lazy heathens after all those years. You beat Spain, down and out, but try the Japs or even the Mexicans. Try something worth your steel. Have a go at the “Ould Sod” again and it would take a better man than Columbus to discover your country after they'd finished with you. We were fighting half the Conti- nent at the time of your bit of fun, and it's a God's blessing we were or you'd never have survived. Don't forget the wee Shannon. It’s the wee bit 0” land over there that holds youse Yanks up (once English, now the mixture of the world). Maybe youse could drop it in Lake Superior. What of it? The sun ne'er sets on the Union Jack, and a good thing for the Stars and Stripes it doesn’t. Yours, A Canapian. Wixnirec, Canapa, June 1," 1914. From the Heights of Experience To tHe Epitor op Lire, Dear Sir: With reference to the article on the tor Ranch Show, kindly permit me to say that the man “interested” who said that a horse enjoys bucking with a rider on his back is entitled to the benefit of the doubt. Had you ever been on the hurricane deck of some bronc, out in the hills, alone, and experienced the thrills of seeing him swallow his head and go after you, and known the jar to a fellow's feelings when reaching for your saddle- horn and grabbing a sage-brush, the question of enjoyment on the part of said bronc could no longer “sound like’ a lie”. Very sincerely, Jouxstoy R. Boyp, Wyota, Moxtawa, May’ 17, 1914. “COME ON, YOU OLE FOOL! DIS AIN’ NO PLACE TO BE AFRAID” comicbooks.com