Life — June 3, 1915 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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1000 June in Town W* sing the month of June! June, the gay, the glorious; The rare, ripe June the poets wrote of ; Knee deep—as Riley sang of it. Shadows on the orchard wall, Jaybirds a-whistling in the trees, Water up to your neck in the cree! Ah, come on in, fellers! Clover scents on the air, Dew mist on your eyes, Your lips, your hair— June—June everywhere! June in town is different— But oh, it’s glamorous— Glad, groggy with joy, Heavy with lilacs, dogwood blossoms, Sweet with brides, strawberries, grad- uate girls— Rosapalosas, all of them! ‘Tis now we hear The call of the ice cream soda— The tap of feet tipsying And the bands all play that thing by Mendelssohn. The bead is on the julep, The lid is off the earth, Oh, tune time, June time— Earth's high noon time! Eyes we long for— Dreams we're strong for, Crowd our hearts with June! Kate Masterson Dr. White’s War Text Book TEXT-BOOK OF THE WAR, FOR AMERICANS, that comes from Dr. J. William White, of Phila- delphia, is dedicated— To the American press, which as a whole, from the first days of the war has with courage, fidelity. and intelligence resolutely upheld the principles of right, of justice and of democracy and has accurately ex- pressed the sympathy of the vast majority of Americans for the cause of the Allies, It is a book of five hundred and fifty-one pages, with ample indexes and references; in form, a series of answers to questions; in fact, a vol- uminous and interesting compilation of American opinions about the war, and of the facts and documents on which those opinions rested. A valuable and timely book; good for Americans because it reminds them THE SEVEN AGES OF YOUTH TYRANNICAL of so much that they should bear constantly in mind; good for all for- eigners, including Canadians, because it will correct the erroneous notions that many of them harbor about American feeling anent the war. In Berlin, of Course PROPOS of recent inquiries in this paper (May 6th), we have profuse assurances from the manager of the Associated Newspapers that Herbert Corey is not a romanticist, hut a correspondent, and that on May 5th he was not yet back in New York, but still in Berlin or somewhere at the front. Soberly speaking, we did not doubt that Mr. Corey still wrote from Berlin, Some of his tales of German sweet- ness and light might have been writ- ten anywhere—in Europe, in America, or aboard a steamer—but their deri- INVENTIVE MASCULINE vation was unquestionably German, and the Berlin date belonged on them. They were very nice tales, but when 2 grist of them have appeared one after the other on successive days, and all adapted to pro-Germanize our dispo- sitions, it has seemed possible that Mr. Corey's excellent literary abilities were getting a little the start of his admired activities as an observer and corre- spondent. Necessity Knows No Law “IT WISH I could afford to own an automobile,” remarked = Brown- smith, who was taking a spin in Flub- dub’s touring car. “IT wish I could, Flubdub. For the Sufferers We have received from Lady Languid, Rosebank, N. Y., three dollars for the Bel- gian sufferers. too,” replied