Life — October 5, 1916 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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570 On the Western Front By an American Ambulance Com- mander roll in the mud in the roadway; We sink in the mud in the town; nd in the mud in our bedrooms ; and ‘cause we can't sit down, The mud rises over the landscape ; The world is drowned in the mire; The mud levels mountains and valleys, And keeps on rising higher. We sprang from the mud to begin with; It oozes out when we perspire. We live in it, breathe it, and eat it, And return to it when we expire. There és nothing but mud, mud, mud. RN. Some men ascend to personalitie “TROUBLED WITH INSOMNIA! WHY, AT NIGHT THE WORLD'S UPSIDE DOWN.’ + Euassone fatale. “ NOT FOR THE YOUNG PERSON ” The New Philanthropy I". is not to weep so much that these Wall Street “war babies,” bringing new financial kings and industrial princes to the front, promise us a new crop of divorces and other personal and domestic realignments. We could stand all that casily enough. But what is worse, it means that we are also to have a new flock of philan- thropists. Our social digestive appa- ratus has always had great difficulty negotiating philanthropists. We never know just how to take them. All philanthropists. mean well, but they have such fanciful and variegated methods of doing well that we are never quite sure, after a session with an energetic philanthropist, whether we are better off than we were before or worse. May we offer the suggestion that all those contemplating philanthropy in the near future will look before they leap and, if possible, use a telescope in looking? A splendid rule is always to count ten before doing good, and count a hundred before doing much good, UCC is the art of being polite to people you despise.