Life — August 26, 1915 — page 40: what you’re looking at

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The cabby regarded the broken-down taxi with a gleam of delight, but did not speak. The chauffeur began opera- tions on his machine. He turned and twisted it, and banged it, and screwed it, but to no avail, and still the cabby spoke not, Then the chauffeur wiped his brow, and the cabby, still with the gleam in his eye, crossed over. “Ere!” he exclaimed grimly, holding out his whip. Ere yer are, mister, ‘it ‘im with this!” —Argonaut. Dr. Clarence H. Neymann, of Martin Grove, Ill, has returned home after serv- ing for almost a year with the German Red Cross. “Some people declare,” Dr. Neymann said, “that the Germans are now friendly to America. Well, toward such a declaration as that I'm rather cynical. I'm like the man who was visiting in the West. “*Ten years ago,’ a Western Mayor said to this man joyously—'ten years ago '—and he waved his hand out over the roofs—'there was no town here at all. “‘Hump, said the vi “Hump, and what makes you think there's one here now?’ "—Philadelphia Bulletin. When a cut, a scratch or a bruise comes, think first of Dioxogen, the pure peroxide of hydro- gen that needs no questionable acetanilid to Preserve it. Dioxogen‘prevents infection. Its use is the best health insurance. Don’t take chances with cheap bleaching peroxides. To enable you to judge, we will gladly send you a trial bottle, this size, on request. Write today. Ash for DIOXOGEN by name—at any drug store ‘The Oakland Chemical Co, 10 Astor Place, New York PREFER Dailies b any ober cigaretle Following Instructions Youtn (with tie of the Stars and Stripes): I sent you some suggestions telling you how to make your paper more interesting. Have you carried out any of my ideas? Epvitor: Did you meet the office boy with the waste-paper basket as you came upstairs? Youtu: Yes, yes, I did. Epitox: Well, he was carrying out wa’ x TER SO cents the case of 6 glass stoppered bottles | An Ill Wind “Cheer up, old boy,” advised the mar- ried man. “ You know 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” “Yes,” agreed the rejected suitor, jingling a bunch of keys in his pocket, “better for the florist, the confectioner, the messenger boy, the restaurant waiter, the taxicab man, the theatrical magnate and the jeweler.” y York American, Made Him Hopeful “Yes, she rejected me, but she did it in a most encouraging way.” “How was that?” “As I went away she pointed to the footprints that I had made on the carpet and said, ‘The next time you come to Propose to me T want you to wipe your shoes clean!’"—Kansas City Star. “Wuat makes you think his advice always is good?" “ Because it is invariably so disagree- able to follow.”—Houston Post. Less Than Human Tom, the country six-year-old, pre- senting himself one day in even more than his usual state of dust and dis. order, was asked by his mother if he would not like to be a little city boy, and always be nice and clean in white suits and shoes and stockings. Tom answered scornfully: “ They're not chil dren; they're pets."—Harper’s Monthly. Saly 27, 1820 My mare cast a shoeon the way from town so I stopped at a smithy to have it set. I found a small Inn nearby and some excellent Old Overholt Rye “Same for 100 years” Its record has been above reproach for over a century. pure, enticing beverage, always uniform in quality. Its goodness is attested by its nation-wide popularity. Aged in charred oak barrels, bot- tled in bond. A. Overholt & Co., Pittsburgh, Pa, comicbooks.com