Life — June 3, 1915 — page 18: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

"EEE: For the “ Bird Column” HE joyful season of the birds is with us once more, and the air is filled with their cheerful singing. It is an easy thing for anyone to rise at three o'clock these spring mornings and, after a hearty breakfast (which the cook will be glad to furnish at that hour), to sally forth upon a bloodless hunt for the gay songsters. Arming yourself with a powerful telescope, you must wander twenty-five or thirty miles from “ civilization, then stop, look and listen. Presently a clear, sweet note strikes upon your ear, and aiming your telescope at the sound, you see what appears to your inexperienced eye to be a very small brown bird. But no, on referring to page 982 of the “ Bird Lovers’ Manual”, which you have had the forethought to bring with you, you discover that it is the Great Ruby-throated Blue Whack-snatcher. Next moment you spy another member of the feathered tribe, apparently gray with white decora- tions; the “Bird Lovers’ Manual”, however, shows you your mistake and convinces you that you have actually scen a specimen of that very rare bird, the Purple-crested Green Hod-carrier. By this time you have learned to recognize the birds by the colors which they are not, so you have no trouble in discovering by the brookside a fine Yellow-breasted Fi monger, although his front side appears to be a pale mauve. A little further on a beautiful red and black bird meets your eye, which at first you have difficulty in classi- fying, but on closer inspection you perceive that it is undoubtedly a Hairy Blue Cow-catcher, and fluttering near him a very small bird which you recognize as the Great Spoon-billed Beer-sucker. About this time an Oven Bird reminds you that you are getting hungry, and you start to retrace your steps, meet- ing as you go a Sad Sixth-avenue Strap-hanger, a Bone- headed Night-latch and a dear little Booby Bird. And still one more beautiful vision ravishes your sight; seated on a rail, surrounded by its young, not more than a mile from you, a magnificent Pot-bellied Termagant makes the welkin ring with its musical cry, So you return home well repaid for your morning's jaunt, and resolved to soon repeat so instructive an ex- perience. 4. Sill. Suspense HE engineer in charge of the trouble-making depart- ment announced that everything was ready. “We are now making all kinds of trouble for every- body,” he said, “including loans, mortgages, debts of all kinds, ill health, broken promises, bad tempers, graspings and a large assortment of bad luck.” “Well, that isn't enough. You've got to get out another article that will just put the final touch on everything— that will go them one better.” Then he invented Suspense. ue “PERSONAL LIBERTY " Attention Sanitariums = application of correct principles of sanitation and hygiene have almost abolished smallpox and other ailments due to uncleanliness. The next thing for the sanitary officials to attack is the filthy practice of poisoning the blood in the name of vaccination. Neglected Miss O'Malley: suit’. SHAKE YER, JIMMY, WHEN YER NICKEL'S GONE, JES LIKE DE BIG LADIES DO WOT YER READ ABOUT IN DE PAPERS comicbooks.com