Life — November 8, 1917 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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RAE, * NEVER WANTS ONE THAT COSTS MORE THAN $4 tf REMAINS CLOSED FOR HOURS AT A TIME LIGHT @ Doe sn OE WANT I The Brave Women of Great Britain MENS SANA OW far we are removed from the ~ days when Kingsley sang, “ For men coneys, must work, while women must’ weep,” anual even a superficial glance, such as this must needs be, at what women are doing in Great Britain and France to-day will show. “ Are we down-hearted? No!” is their battle cry, too, and they “carry on” as bravely as any warrior of them all. cur mosesray “Carry on” is the password. The sol- Ano itespenswecy | dier writes home to his wife, on!” The wife writes back, “ Carry on!” Out of all Britain, out of all France, out of the Dominions and Col- onies, men must die in their thousands. They know it, their women know it, but out of the depths of their soul they cry, Foon y ae Carry on!” It is their answer to i ) hymns of hate. It says nothing against 5 the enemy, nothing even of England or 52 aye France; it’s the hymn of the individual; it expresses all the impenetrable cgoism— all the inextinguishable humor—all the personal clevation above sacrifice, pain and loss—all the utter mystical reliance on sheer character, that supreme eidolon of the English and French, to smash the infamous thing—that Britain and France DRESSES THE WIFE WONDERFUL (A FANTASY) Croix de Guerre ITHIN the /unvalides, burnt, maimed and blind, They stumble past—a pitiful array Of broken men, that only yesterday Were keen and quick with life. The rugged, kind Old General’s words drift through each weary mind Like some vague vision, where, gallant and gay, Youth stormed the heights and kept the foe at bay Out in the tingling, shrapnel-laden wind. A woman weeps with pride, but through her tears She sees a crippled land, young men made old, Who bide in chimney corners down the years, Stroking the medals in their helpless hold— And knows she, too, through silent pain must bear Upon her patient heart the “ Croix de guerre.” Charlotte Becker. Defined ILLIE WILLIS: What's a “second-story man,” mamma? Mama Wittis: Your father. If I don’t believe the first one he tells he always has another one ready. have bred in their children. In 1914, before the war, there were (Continued on page 767) A Declaration of Independence HEN, in the course of human events, it becomes neces- sary for the women of America to dissolve the bands of tradition, which have kept them in the background of national affairs, and to assume with the men of America a character of organized efficiency to which the law of Justice and the exigencies of the war entitle them, a modest realiza- tion of the nobility of their stand impels them to give a frank summary of their guiding convictions, We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all women are created useful; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain peculiar virtues, among which are household thrift, solicitude for the suffering, and the spirit of sacri- fice; that to give these virtues a maximum effectiveness various ways and means have been formulated, deriving an added incentive in the shibboleth of Patriotism; and that when any woman becomes cognizant how best to go about it, it is her right and privilege to brush aside all petty con- siderations, and to consecrate herself—heart and soul— to the pursuit of the Humanitarian Ideal. Edmund J. Kiefer. HOLLY: I cannot live without your daughter. Herr Dap: Great! That solves the whole problem very nicely. Ll —_— |