Life — December 20, 1917 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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His Dog: AND ME TOLD THEM HE HAD NO ONE DE DENT Which One? CKTON was sitting quietly at his desk, looking over some papers, when his wife entered the room, She put down her Gladstone bag in the corner, She had been away for a week. Ackton kissed her conventionally. “Well, my dear,” he said, “how do you like being a suffragette? She clasped her hands together quick- ly, indicating her enthusiasm. “Oh, I wish I could make you under- stand,” she replied, “what it all means! It is the grandest, most wonderful thing in the world! Up to three weeks ago I was just an ordinary human being, wholly concerned with household drudg- eries, and now this new world has been opened up. If you only realized what possibilities there are in a woman's soul Ackton frowned slightly. “T confess,” he replied, “that T will be hanged if T can see it. Of course, I knew that you were bound to get into the movement—with your impressionable nature, It seems to me—”" “You admit that there is no logi argument against woman suffrage?” “Nothing, possibly, except—woman.” Mrs. Ackton tossed her head. “Up to three weeks ttomaton, Now Tam ings that any man can al she * said, “T was a mere doing the same ¢ do, and I am doing them better—I know it, You men are merely jealous because women have preempted your field. But think of what it means to us! Think of the grandness of it all!” Ackton smiled. “We have been all over that befor: he said. “I have long since gotten be- yond the point of where I shall attempt to influence you in any way. You have a perfect right, if you so choose, to take the man’s part. [am _ philosophical enough to conform. Let us be friends and adjust ourselves to the new condi- tions, whatever they may be.” Something about his voice aroused Mrs. Ackton’s curiosity. She got up rather hastily and opened the door to go upstairs. “T suppose the baby is all right?” she said. “ Certainly “How has the nurse been with him?” “You mean the nurse that you left with him before you went away? She is not here.” “What do you mean?” “Precisely what I say.” “You discharged her?” “Yes, I discovered that she was neg- \_ lecting the baby. and caught her. T came home early T couldn't have that sort of thing, you know.” Epitaph on the Proofreader of the Encyclopedia Britannica AJESTIC tomes, you are the tomb Of Aristides Edward Bloom, Who labored, from the world aloof, In reading every page of proof. From A to And, from Aus to Bis Enthusiasm still was his; From Cal to Cha, from Cha to Con His soft-lead pencil still went on. But reaching volume Fra to Gib, He knew at length that he was sib To Satan; and he sold his soul To reach the section Pay to Pol. Then Pol to Ree, and Shu to Sub He staggered on, and sought a pub. And just completing Vet to Zym, The motor hearse came round for him. He perished, obstinately brave: They laid the Index on his grave. Christopher Morley. “You had no right to do it without letting me know. “Why not? Up to three wecks ago you were supreme in your own house- hold. The idea of my interfering with the management of the baby was only the remotest possibility. You yourself elected to take up a man’s work, That threw back, in a sense, the responsibility upon me. In other words, we have re- versed our original positions. There- fore, I took it upon myself to use my own judgment.” “But where is my baby?” “T have arranged for the care of the baby upon an apparently practical and businesslike basi (Continued on pag 066) THE SPY WILLIE'S CHRISTMAS DREAM comicbooks emg