Life — October 5, 1916 — page 38: what you’re looking at

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‘(ONE CAN LIVE WITHOUTAAN\ART- BUT NOT SO WELL —— — = Ca An American Branch of the fa- mous Medici Soci- ety of Europe has been established. _1t presents tho great mastersin art reproduced in color as never before. “The perfection of the Medici Prints,” says the London Times, “is little short of amazing +. They are the finest of all reproductions in color.” Ask for them at art stores, or send 25 cents (stamps) for Ilustrated Jogue (a work of art itself), and make selections to be sent on approval. Prices $2.50 to $15.00; also Medici Minia- tures at 25 and 50 cents. Orders for both Copley Prints and Medici Prints may be sent tocither company. This picture is the charm- ing Diana of the Uplands, by Furse, in the Tate Gallery. Size 18X24, $12.00. The Medici Society, 148 Harcourt St., Boston Salesroom: Pierce Bldg., opp. Public Library. \} Bea Ss) ——— *. Fie Copley Prints For 21 years a | j hall-mark of good taste in pictures. 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Her wheels, once tooled by gods of gas, Where blew the tortured ti When hub met hub on the steep banked turns, Woman and Mechanics “NYJHY is it, my dear Penelope,” I said to my infinitely better half, “that mortal woman, created of man, is born and lives to the end of her existence utterly devoid of mechanical sense? Would man be as helpless in any of your feminine pursuits as is your dear sex in understanding and applying mechanics—even simple and unsophisticated mechanics?” Penelope's face, which I was regard- ing prudently, was so calm and non- committal as she sat sewing that discretion justified my continuing: “Could not man follow your present occupation, sewing, with more success than falls to the lot of the average woman in driving a screw or in alight- ing without injury from a street car?” Penelope, dear woman that she is, feminine, illogical and unmeéchanical, smiled sweetly to herself and made no defense, thereby giving me fresh en- couragement to continue. My patience had been somewhat taxed that day by the unmechanical perversity of the cook, goading me on to a tirade against feminine shortcomings. The thermos bottle had appeared from the kitchen with che metal lid screwed down crookedly, giving the bottle a rakish and dissipated air, but with no internal reason therefor, its innocent and tem- perate contents being bouillon; but here was an exemplification of the mechanical perversity of woman who, with the alternative of adjusting the lid symmetrically and casily, had chosen the “crooked w which lead- eth to destruction, and had jammed it hard down, to the detriment of both the hottle and my patience, and in such fashion that I was sorely tempted to say things about the cook which would have kept the bouillon hot regardless of the thermos bottle! 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