Life — February 3, 1921 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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: DON’T YOU THINK OUR Eminent Geologist: NECESSARY ROCKIES ARE REALLY MUCH GRANDER THAN THE ALPS, PROFESSOR? I CAN'T SAY. I'D HAVE TO GET THEM BOTH TOGETHER SO THE MEASUREMENTS AND COMPARISONS COULD BE MADE if me T can't make my check book 3 my bank statement at the end of the no little je in the way of overdrawn checks nth, This has caused me and so forth, and I have at last come to opinion that mine is a mind that soars hove such sordid things as money mat- I have told Mr. Harding, there- fore, that that particular office is really cath me. Senator Jim Watson, of Indiana, an- ther cabinet-maker, by the way, has sug- ted that I be Postmaster-General. ounder,” he said to me in his hearty “Tam perfectly confident that you would keep the department up to the standard at which it has been maintained Juring the last eight years.” Now I for- for the moment who the Postmaster- neral during the closing administration s been, but I feel confident that he is uncommonly able man; I think it was very decent of Jim, therefore, to pay me ch a neat tribute, though I am not the one to say that it was not deserved. I shall take the matter under advisement. BEFORE ARRIVING AT A JUST ESTIMATE. I had another intimation that I might be chosen to be Secretary of Labor, but I turned that down flat. There pleasant hint of exertion in the title that nouns es me cling fondly to my comfortable in the Senate. Let Hoover have the 1 job. Senator Sounder. Little Algernon’s Education * HY were all the papa?” “To make the mocracy, my son.” nations fighting, world safe for de- “Ts the world safe for democracy now, papa?” t will be, when we have peace.” When will we have peace, papa?” “When the for de- mocracy.” “Will the nations always fight to have papa?” s, always, my son.” world is safe OMETIMES the girl who cannot be kissed is the one whom someone al- ways kisses. Memories HAVE seen the spotted snake Scour across my p: IT have seen the g drake Descend like biplane on the lake, Quacking loud his wrath I have heard the rhythmic beat Of the red quail’s Seen the mark of panther's feet, Watched the coursing lithe and fleet Of our forest king. T have seen a shadow gray Near the canyon wall, Through the sagebrush melt away, And, too, at tne close of day Heard his long, sad call. To the salt lick glittering wide Came the buffalo, Fierce, red eyes and shaggy hide; Down unknown trails was he my guide Till the sunset glow. George E. Quinter, comicbooks.com