Life — December 2, 1915 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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CASCADE PURE MELLOW AS MOONLIGHT (THE best of grain—re-distillation— purification—honest aging in the wood—these are the things that make certain the purity and mellowness of Cascade Pure Whisky. Original Botiling has Old Gold Label. GEO. A. DICKEL & CO., Distillers Nashville, Ten. Four New Novels for Every Christmas List THE LOST PRINCE By FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT, author of ‘‘T. Tembarom,”’ ete. “A. story for all ages from ten to a hundred. The very essence of youth and romance. . . Full of high and clean and simple ideals."—New York Times. Illustrations by Maurice L. Bower. Price $1.35 net. DEAR ENEMY By JEAN WEBSTER, author of ‘Daddy-Long-Legs, A gay, tender, charming love-story about Sallie McBride (of “Daddy-Long- Legs fame), crusty young Scotch surgeon, and an orphan asylum she found forlorn and left happy. Comical drawings by the author. Price $1.30 net. STRAIGHT DOWN THE CROOKED LANE By BERTHA RUNKLE, author of ‘‘The Helmet of Navarre,’’ etc. A tale of love, loyalty and mystery, set in Newport society and Army life in the Philippines. “A charming oasis in a desert of less notable novel: Indianapolis News. Price $1.35 net. PEGEEN By ELEANOR HOYT BRAINERD, author of ‘The Misdemeanors of Nancy,” ete. “Wholly delectable is this little love story, flooded with humor and pathos, with tenderness and a fine altruism running a happy way to a happy ending.” —Boston Transcript. Price $1.25 net. Both Free Upon Application to the Publishers ‘The Century Co.'s Mustrated holiday catalogue of te new. and standard books. CENTURION, an Illustrated monthly magazine deal- iy Ingwith The Century Co. writers and their work. (a) THE CENTURY CO. NEW YORK ETE = Ps a dA 12 Wad RRP Parents Becoming Obsolete 'HE process of legislating the parent out of existence by the school authorities goes merrily on. Science long agd pointed out the obvious axiom that when you gradually rob any organism of its functions it is only a question of time until it ceases to exist. The parent is therefore doomed. At one time it was the privilege of every mother to examine her offspring as often as necessary to note de- fects in him. All this is now done by the elaborate ma- chinery of the Board of Education. Inasmuch as every part of the human anatomy has its own particular specialist, we may soon expect that an army of doctors will be doing the work now performed by one. There will be a tonsil- remover, an oculist, a dietitian, a kidney sharp, and so on down through the long category. By the time a school child has been examined by all the authorized experts em- ployed by the city (at large salaries, paid for by the tax- payers) and has had all of his various parts examined and removed, there will hardly be enough left of him to teach. Presumably, however, when that educational millennium arrives, nobody will care. Certainly not those “agents” who went by the name of parents. For, along with the progress of education, science will no doubt discover an effective process to eradicate a mother’s love. That may be the last thing to go, but so long as the school authori- ties have to invent new fads, and doctors have to earn a living, mother’s love is a forlorn hope. Monarch AM the real ruler of the universe. I cover with dust the masterpieces of the earth. Ancient forms shrink before my ever-awakening presence. And Memory cowers. Men bow before my sceptre like slaves of the light. And women, their eyes fixed by my spell, follow where I lead. The puny baby in the nursery and the gray-bearded patriarch alike hearken to my magic voice. I paint the earth with divers colors, and the scientist, the doctor, all the rulers of man, awake to do my bidding. Tam monarch of all I survey. None disputes my eternal majesty. My name is Novelty. THAT ABSENT TREATMENT YOU'VE BEEN GIVING E DONE ME MUCH GOOD. XO WONDEs. YOU FORGOT TO TELL ME YOU MOVED. comichooks.com