Life — December 23, 1920 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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Poe’s Cottage at Fordham ERE lived the soul enchanted * By melody of song; Here dwelt the spirit haunted By a demoniac throng ; Here sang the lips elated; Here grief and death were sated; Here loved and here unmated Was he, so frail, so strong. Proud, mad, but not defiant, He touched at heaven and hell. Fate found a rare soul pliant s well. And rung her chang Alternately his lyre, Stranded with strings of fire, Led earth's most happy choir Or flashed with Israfel. Here through this lowly portal, Made sacred by his name, Unheralded immortal, The mortal went and came, And Fate that then denied him, And envy that decried him, And malice that belied him, Have cenotaphed his fame. THe mous ing verses, by an anony- admirably express the rit which has inspired the mé ement w under way to preserve Edgar Allan “"s cottage in Fordham, New York Life is aiding in the attempt to raise the twenty thousand dollars which is necessary to restore the cottage and pro- vide a fund for its permanent main- enance. We have already acknowledged gifts of $106.10, and we trust ¢t our readers will continue to respond to this appeal. mailing) a little hastily scribbled slip of paper entitled * Christ- mas List,” on which we write down the things we most want for ourself. Aunt Emily Grandpa—S It runs something like this: Box of cigars et of Thackeray. Cousin Joe—Pair of fur gloves. Mother—French brier pipe. Aunt Fanny—Leather tobaceo pouch, Sister Ann—One dozen pairs woolen socks, size 1014. Cousin Grace—Six pairs B. V. D's, size 38. We take great care in ma ing out these little slips, and our friends always return them, thinking we have lost them by error. But they read them carefully, and often they get sug- This we call Yule log-rolling. eee gestions from them, And so (to return to our original topic) let us be nice to the landlord this Christmas. He is the grand old Druid who has made Christmas what it is. Let us put him under the mistletoc and keep him there. Unless we desire to live like the unfortunate nautilus of Dr. Holmes, who “year after year CHRISTMAS DECOKATIONS. 1il tenant, said left the past year’s dwelling for the new.” F Dr. Holmes L Let each n Shut thee from he cave thy -rented past, landlord, prouder than the last, rn with a lease more vast In our cellar we have a bottle of that stuff they call so We are going to get it out and drink the souvenir-beer. lord's health; yes, sir, his one-half of one per cent. healt! Christopher Morley Money Road ESCRIPTIVE OUTLINE Sport Centre, we pass the apprenticeship stage, | right and enter Hustle! Leaving Deskville through t voiding wn, savings ban! on corner drug store and keeping on to capital turnpike; straight ahead to Easy Street, Court House and Alimony Circle on left, past Scandal Corners, Plutocrat ulevard, avoiding jail, to Cemetery at end of route. comicbooks.com