Life — July 18, 1918 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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100 Some Open Letters To General John Pershing. D AR GENERAL: This fs just a few lines to say that everything around here is moving along about the same as usual, We have a couple of airplanes more, I believe. Charlie Schwab is doing great, and I under- stand that Harry Garfield has got in his coal for the winter. Harry always was forehanded. Len Wood is still drilling some of the boys in Kansas, and at this writing there isn’t much prospect that he'll change, and a lot of folks are hot about it. It may interest you to know that they've got two thou- sand three hundred Germans interned ina place in North Carolina, and they are all having the time of their lives, playing in the roads and eating fine food, when they ought to be working in our coal mines. Newt Baker is pretty well, and sends love. He's getting so he goes over the top every morning, just as if he was trained to it from infancy. Hen Ford is trying to break into the ate. Well, I wouldn't be surprised if he did, as he has powerful backing, I saw Charlie Chaplin the other day, and he wished to be remem- hered to you—said he might join you soon if his feet held out. Well, tha about all. Give my best to the be and tell 'em they're doing great work. Yours as ever, D AR CZAR: I don’t know whether to congratulate you or not. Some days I hear you have just been shot, and then I hear it isn’t true and that you are still grubbing along. It's a hard life, anyway, the best you can do. It’s just one d—d Bolsheviki after an- other. Have you got a job yet? I was going to say that we are terribly short of waiters just now, and I think I could put you next to Simeon Ford, who is in the hotel business in this town and needs help badly. You could have every other Thursday off. Well, old top, don't he too down on your luck. In a hundred years from now nobody will know the difference. Yours as everitch, Lirr. Lire. Lest We Remember OBLIVION at one time was fairy well fed and kept at a discreet distance, but now, like a wolf in win- WARMING UP THE NEW PITCHER Kaiser: BUT, HINDIE, YOU TOLD ME HE HAD No SPEED! ter, he tracks us closely and gets away with every historical morsel thrown out. Only yesterday there was ar plane investigation on, a scandal that made strong men turn pale and even some Democrats shudder, Nearly a billion dollars had been spent, and nothing to show for it. And then Mr. Charles Evans Hughes, in comparison with whom Old Sleuth in his palmiest days looked like a Kansas rube in a Saratoga gambling hell—Mr. Hughes was appointed to throw the limelight on this horrible scandal, that all men {| | |" vn Sherlock Holmes: we ARE NOW ON THE TRACK OF A DA Department of Justice: MARVELOUS! MARVELOU: i | fone { might know what had happened and where the money had gone. But obliv- ion was waiting with distended jaw, It was a fairly full meal, but oblivion gobbled it down, He now holds Mr. Hughes and the airplane scandal in his capacious maw, ” HAT is your wife—a_ suffrag- cette?” “T really don’t know, She is so busy with war work that she doesn’t have time to make me ious about what she is doing.” )» BILLS sy 2 ca qe oS? jad a OO EROUS GERMAN, HOLMES! 1 DON'T SEE HOW YOU DISCOVER THOSE THINGS.