Life — March 13, 1919 — page 38: what you’re looking at

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IS THE WAR OVER? A large proportion of genuinely patriotic citizens have already settled back in the conviction that the war is over. Are you of that number? This unconscious and innocent relaxing of interest is quite human and natural. We are all busy with our own affairs. The fighting has stopped, but how about our boys? Look at the casualty lists. Think of the number of American soldiers still in Europe. Think of the men constantly coming back. And think of the wounded who must be cared for. Think of the Chateau Thierry Club. “Do you know about this club? Briefly, it was founded by a group of volunteer men and women, serving without compensation, so that every dollar received goes to the boys with wound stripes Its object is their entertainment and comfort. This club is located at the foot of Fiftieth Street, New York City, overlooking the East River. The boys can drop in at any time. There is music. There is current reading material, There are “eats.” There are cheerful women. There is a free and easy home atmosphere. Do they like it?) They do. Is it doing them good? It is Does it afford them a comfortable shelter and keep them away from other influences? It does. Will you help? You will, We are depending upon the hearty and patriotic co-operation of all Americans. er, dollar you give goes direct to the consumer, and that con- sumer is the boy you love—the wounded boy from France. Please send your contributions to Witsox M. Poweut, Treas., 21 Beekman PL, New York City. Harry K. Kxapr, President. W. E. Frew, Vice-Pres. S. K. De Forest, Sec’y. Mrs. Jones Visits the Inaninch Apartments H, good morning, Mrs. Jones! Welcome to the Inan- inch Apartments! You say you found the elevator quite cramped and had to run it yourself. Why, | You took the dumbwaiter. But notice how econ: space and how compact all the arrangement one must pass through the bathroom to reach 1] but then the architect was limited. And, like Kipling his fun, we've taken our baths where we found them “Just step in here, Mrs. Jones. This is the butler’s pantry, also his bedroom. You just open this closet door and out folds a bed. That lump in the middle of the bed? Oh, that’s the butler. Mondays, Thursdays and Sunday are his mornings for sleeping late. “Yes, this is the kitchen. It is rather small and not as well ventilated as it might be. But there are never any acci dents, if the cook will only remember to put on her mask when preparing cabbage or serving cheese soutilé ‘True, dinner is sometimes late. ook can never rem ber whether to ring twice for the ice box and three for the stove or just the opposite. You must come and visit us sometime, Mr This dining room is also the guest room. It's an i my husband, who meal-hours, anyway. The bed is in the sideboard. guest never uses his room niece was visiting us one time, and woke quite embar d one morning to find the butler ri ing across her for the F grape-fruit spoons. Being a tactf: rson, he at s ants tc her at her ease by serving her breakfast in ber ciritis “Do we keep any pets? Well, of course, there's the cook Auth but we have no animals. You see, when we first 1 here and considered it, my husband looked arot his foot down—in the first available space. ) said, ‘it's either a goldfish bow! or a bathtub. Ch "So glad you called, Mrs. Jones. The stairway is right. That's the mail chute to your left. Good-! Fairfax D. D. Suti “AW, GO ON, PERCY—KNOCK THE CHIP OFF HIS SHOULDER YOU KIN RUN FASTER'N HE KIN”