Life — December 2, 1920 — page 38: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Ballade of the VYule-Log ’(Bven the battened door Suolys ure buffet- ing; All the forest hoar Oons the winter king; Branches forithe and fling Bare arms to and fro, But cold has no sting By the Vule-log’s glotv. Nofv no songbirds soar pon morning ting; Hushed the spates that roar Autumn-tide and spring; Storm-cloudstriumphing Threaten, brooding lof, But cold has no sting By the Wule-log's glofu. Airelight on the floor; Hear the chimney sing As did bards of yore @F some magic thing !— Sagas faith the ring Of the long ago. Cold, it has no sting By the Yule-log's glow. Enboy Hand in hand foe cling, Dearest one, und so Gald has lost its sting By the Pule-log's glots! “ Whoa!” Christmas Life Conservation of Con- versation ONSERVATION of a great many things has been advocated with more or less intelligence, but the waste of talk goes on. If the amount of physical energy wasted every day in making sounds with the vocal cords and mo- tions with the lips were turned to the mining and transporta- tion of coal, the gathering and husking of corn, the cutting and piling and hauling of wood, the raising, spinning and weaving of cotton, the feeding and shearing of sheep, the breeding and fattening and butchering of cattle, the world would be surfeited with heat, food and raiment at a cost that would make living practically free. Yet people go right on saying, in the presence of bright sunshine and cloudless skies, “Lovely day, isn’t it?” And owners of newly built homes will go right on show- ing you the room with the hand basin and bath tub in and saying, “This is the bath- room.” Strickland Gillilan, An All-Around Nonenity ORTH: low, anywhere. West: Who is he? Noxtn: A Cabinet official and a husband. Neady, poor fel- has no authority E wonder if the promised coal famine will make the girls wear more clothes. and hoods—which you could not get on a juvenile to-day unless four or five people held him. A pair of “rocker” skates, with a screw attachment to be twisted into the heel and heavy wooden foundation, satisfied all the yearnings and made all the dreams come true. Willie had not been taught to expect a set of buttons for the tuxedo outfit, and a frat pin, arid a traveling-bag and a pool table. Probably the children of to-day would go on strike if Christ- mas brought them only stick candy, Brazil nuts and ten-cent toys. Most certainly the scheming lover can win no home for himself in 1920 by the help of a shiny celluloid “toilet set” on a base of red plush. The toy store of to-day looks Ike Machinery Hall at a World’s Fair. And the candidate who expects to score had better select something which includes radium, platinum, gold and precious stones. When the tots kneel down and pray for limousines, it may be announced to the world that the old-fashioned Christmas is in the past tense, His Idea of Diplomacy IFE: I do believe Mrs. Armstrong is offended at some- thing. She hasn't been over for several days. Huspanp: Be sure and find out what it is when she does come, and we'll try it on her again. a the reformers keep on, we red-blooded chaps will be obliged to go to Havana for face powder. comicbooks.com