Life — February 10, 1921 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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The Voice: po you EVEN KNOW WHERE YOU ARE, JOHN? My Pegasus [ KNOW a steed so swift and true ‘Twould fill you with elation, To follow through his magic clue; His name? Imagination! All ye of weary, careworn eyes, Come ride with me a-singing! You fret and fume o'er things called wise With never a thought for shining skies, Nor wish to ride a-winging. This steed has feet so light and fleet, He'll ride you round creation, Till vexing thoughts a rose tint sweet Take from Imagination. Neglected, in the sunset glow, He stands, your call awaiting, “WHY, YES.” “ WELL — THAT'S SOMETHING!” To bear blow And love and faith of long ago Stand fast as when a-mating. Margaret Caball Gwathmey you where dream flowers Service R, W. H. DUNKLEY, a London car riage manufacturer, employs three hundred men in his factory, every one of them being a veteran who lost an arm in the war. It is our guess that—entirely aside from the glow of satisfaction that comes from a realization of philanthropy well directed—Mr. Dunkley gets willing and efficient service and direct loyalty from those three hundred arms in his employ than from six hundred of the usual variety. more Cheating? CCORDING to the New York Med ical Journal, it is possible to read madness in the cyebrows. This may be easy enough in so far as judging the mere men is concerned, but what is one to do in the case of a “flapper” who has had her eyebrows removed? A Latter-Day Prayer PIRIT of Godiva! We, the of the U. S. A. with overcharged hearts, overtaxed patience and pocket- books, do beseech thee to intercede with the powers that be, to speedily deliver us from the thralléom of the prevailing people form of taxation. Amen. warm hereafter—the LATED for a coal profiteer comicbooks.com