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This page contains two distinct sections: **"For the Sufferers"** (left): A charitable fundraising notice listing donations received by *Life* magazine for war relief—likely WWI-related based on the language about "innocent sufferers from the war." The contributions range from small amounts to larger gifts, with donations sent to help women, children, and elderly persons affected by conflict. **"One Thousand More Nights"** (right): A satirical fairy tale parody mocking the "dance craze" phenomenon of the 1910s-20s. It mimics *Arabian Nights* style, telling of Lady Nuufad (New York + "happy" combined) who commands a genie named Djuum to perform new dances nightly. The joke: after she demands the tango, turkey trot, and other fashionable dances night after night, the genie and his fellow slaves unionize—refusing to learn more new steps. **The satire's point**: Americans' obsession with constantly adopting the latest dance fads is ridiculed as frivolous and exhausting, even comically enslaving entertainers to keep pace.

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For the Sufferers HE contributions acknowledged be- low are those received at Lire fice inclusive of January oth acknowledged Detroit, 1 Previously Veter A $4068 Mich $.00 be M w York City. . Worcester, Mass Clafin, Quiney, Mass... . Bismarck, N New York City : Mary’ Woburn, Mass. : Tan Cummings, Paicenes, Cal. W. Bi, Washington,’ D.C. Jas, Stoan, Winston Salem, N.C: Ti. A Miachélors) Mite, Mea ADB. Vt. a Woodstock, Deposit, Morgan, Greenville, St. Paul, Portland, Ore. Anonymous, Theosophist, Parcels of clothing and knit wear, which have been forwarded, have been from, Katharine. Kellogg, Oswego, FW. Moles, New York, City; Ailen, Tarrytown, Verplanck, Fishkill x yy ve and Mrs. Stiles, New York City. By the time this reaches the readers of Lire another large shipment of articles provided by their generosity and calculated to lessen the misery of innocent sufferers from the war will have gone forward direct to its des- tination of helpfulness. Details will be given in the next issue of Lire. In acting as the almoner of its read- ers the object of Lire has been to make the aid which they contribute of the utmost practical use and to make sure, as far as is possible, that it should go direct to those who need it most. Women, children and aged persons have been principally in mind, as these are the really helpless ones. Their want is still so great, their condition still so pitiful, that the time is not yet here to draw back the hand that gives. ILLIE: Pop, what's a grouch? Fatuel A grouch, my son, is one who adds to the happiness of others by staying away from them. One Thousand More Nights The Story of the Lady Nuufad and the Slave of the Ring T has been related, O Prince, that there lived in Mahnhahtan, the Happy, a lady named Nuufad, who wore on the third finger of her left hand a plain gold band. Through the power of this ring she controlled the services of an amateur genie named Djuum, Whenever the Lady Nuufad desired a new garment, a wonderful jewel or a private yacht, Djuum was obliged to gratify her whim, One evening, being in playful mood, she summoned her faithiul slave and bade him dance with her a fantastic whirl called the turkitrot. “TI hear and obey,” said Djuum, and the Lady Nuufad immediately felt her- self seized and carried about in the mazes of the turkitrot. This continued till she was quite exhausted and said, That will do, Djuum; you may go. eee co eS On the following evening her desire to dance returned, for Djuum. id to him, “ new dance.” “T hear and obey,” said Djuum, and away they went, in the motions of a dance called the tango. On each succeeding evening the genie was asked to do a new dance with the lady, until one evening, on being summoned, Djuum appeared with a great rumbling and frowned terribly upon the Lady Nuufad. “What is the matter?” asked the lady, who was greatly affrighted. Djuum’s cyes rolled and flashed as he roared in thunderous tones: “Know, O wretch, that I and the other slaves of the ring have agreed not to learn any more new steps!” Whereupon he turned and vanished, and the Lady Nuufad never saw him after. so she again sent When he appeared she Djuum, I wish to do a THE SEASONS comichooks.celu)