Life, 1917-12-20 · page 7 of 40
Life — December 20, 1917 — page 7: what you’re looking at
A restored page from Life, 1917-12-20. Page through the whole issue in the reader above.
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ARCELS be-wrapped and be-tied With an elaborate bow ; Bundles, long, bulky and wide, Boxes and baskets arow; These my dear friends will bestow, Cheerfully paying Love's debt; Yule-tide is coming—I know These are the presents I'll get. Resignation Flubdubby stuff, art nouveau; Ribbon things—striped and pied; Rubbish with tinsel aglow— Rubbish with wool fruits applied, Trash from the New Gimcrack Co., Writing-desk junk by the set, Blotters with flitter-work snow— These are the presents I'll get. L'Envoi Fate, you can’t soften the blow— You've never aided me yet; Spite of the war and its woe, These are the presents I'll get! Carolyn Wells. Walnuts with thitables inside; Figurines, poised on tiptoe; Fussy, fab cushions, deep-dyed, Frilled like a Fiji's trousseau— Everything mal apropos! Cynical, am 1? You bet! Long as I live here below, These are the presents I'll get! “ Just what I always wanted ” comicbooks.com