Life — May 13, 1915 — page 48: what you’re looking at

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Exact Science the other day there were two cases of scarlet fever. They were , and lived a block apart, in who had much the largest practice of all the doctors in S- N the city of S. both boys, of about the same ay by the phy One of them was doctored In prescribing the diet for his patient he specifically prohibited the giving of beef broth and eggs. The other case was doctored hy the leading child specialist in the vicinity. In prescribing the dict for his patient he said above all to give the child beef broth and plenty of eggs and custards, If any benighted soi { Baal still has a lingering doubt that the practice of medicine and the treatment of disease are exact sciences this revelation of complete harmony ought to dispel it at once and forever. The Snarl of Waking Asia “If to write truthfully about the possibility of war with Japan one has to write dangerously, that would seem reason enough for doing it."—Garet Garrett. Mr. Garrett writes about Japan. His article is truth- ful. It is comprehensive. It is—well, the things it discusses threaten to be more vital to the future of this country than any set- tlementinvolvedin the pres- ent great European War. Garet Garrett ictures Japan, and the Japanese, to-day. Mr. Garrett Ebowehis subject He knows how strongly the Japanese feel—why th ey. feel strongly. He knows how impor- tant it is for this country to act—and to act at once! That is why this present time, serious as it is with hair- trigger possibilities, is the right time for him to deliver his message to the American people. Every thinking man and woman in this country should read Garet Garrett's article. i TULAALTTTAEATEATELAAAAA Owen Johnson has written a big novel of the ear in “* Making Money.”” ‘ale men come to ‘What they do to New York! ‘What New York does to them! It is more dramatic than ‘The Salamander,"’ more gtipping than ‘‘Stover At Yale’'—by Tong odds the greatest novel this baltast young American has written yet. Ernest Poole comes fresh from the German trenches iss avtdlys new con- ception of war, He thought war brutal, debasing, bestial. But he found he knew litle of nothing about it. He found that ean | what he found makes ‘* The Face of My Enemy’’ one of the best war articles we have seen. Be sure to read it. at C. Lincoln Laughter! and more |: Guest from ‘sonia’ cious. Never was Joseph C. Lincoln funnier, You re- member ‘*Captain Eri’* ? and “The Woman-Haters”” ? 1A real treat is in store for you here. The Dollar Sign In Baseball Irving Sanbom of the Chicago ees is one of the best wn sporting Ueked States, what is wrong with it? War? Federal e? Hard Times? Nothing of the sort. The mag- nates themselves are to blamel! TTT i eT TT | i i When you buy shirts—Look for The 35-years’ famous trade-mark that guarantees fit, color and wear, $1.50 up. At your dealer’s. Write us for "Ethics of a Gent Dress" and catalog of Emery Shirts W. M. Steppacher & Bro., Inc., Philadelphia Offices also: New York, Chicago, “St, 1 ovis An Accidental Meeting a was an entirely unexpected thing for Whittler to come home from business so early. He was one of those men who is declared to be “ con- fined” to his office. But there had been a lull, and at two o'clock he walked up the steps of his own house onto his own piazza. A young man was sitting there. Whittler looked at him hard for a moment and then recognized his own son. They had met at rare intervals during the years since the boy had come into the world. “Hello!” said Whittler, pleasantly. “What are you doing here?” “Toran down from college for a day and a night,” said the boy. Then there was the kind of an awkward pause likely to occur between two al- most total strangers. “T didn’t know but I would play nine holes of golf this afternoon,” said Whittler, and then, struck with the impact of a novel idea, he said: “Perhaps you play?” “ Sometimes.” The boy didn’t relish playing with his father. He reproached himself with hanging around home. But he was fairly caught. Almost silently they went out to the country club. Whittler lent the boy a couple of old clubs of his own, which, as the boy explained, “was all he needed”. The boy beat him, four up. They had dinner at the club, Mrs.