Life — July 5, 1917 — page 25: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

ee i 25 AT THE SITKA SUFFRAG: “THE SPEECH OF THE CHAIRMAN, MRS, ALEUTIAN SEAL, WAS IN HER ARCHEST, MOST SATIRIC VELN” sezd the Erl with the ice tongs, regardles of his costly dres sute, and hurld him thru the windo, sincronusly kiking out his hi hat, with expert conservashun ov energy. A bello ov futil rage markt the vilane’s fal, and sune his motor coud be herd rapidly retreting into the distans. Jeneveve flu to her preserver’s arms. “My nobl hero!” she sobd. “ My tung canot find wurds to tel you what I feel.” He kist her tenderly, but stil she wept, as tho under sum grate nervus strane. “My tresure! I hav luvd you long!” he reasurd her, “fere not that the nave wil cum bak to distres you!” “Tt is not that!” she gaspt, puting her hand to her hed in a bewilderd maner, “I no he is gon; but ther is sum- thing in the atmosfere which opreses me strangely—sum dredful spel! I fere it is driving me mad! Denis!” she shrekt in histericl despar: Spkxwlirphgh!”” He suthed her, tho in his skolerly face a luk ov trubl dawnd, “I no what you mene,” he sed solemly, “TI feel it, to—that hideus spel. Sumthing tels me it is sloly spreding over our fare land. But let us fite it to the deth, Jeneveve— let us endevor to brake it! Let us dare to follo the biding ov our harts, our homes, our tradishuns, insted ov having SOCIETY eny darnd old refawrm wisht onto us! Be mine, and to- gether we wil brake the spel!” Lening her brite yung hed agenst his manly brest, tucht, comforted, with fath renud, she smild into his beming countenans and whisperd curajusly, “We will!” Corinne Rockwell Swain Wife (drowsily): ou, JouUN, DON'T BE SO MUSHY! comicbooks.com