Life — March 3, 1921 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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Sanctum Talks “ MAY THE BEST MINDS WIN.” “(OOD morning, Lire.” “Good morning! Why, bless me, if it isn't Mr. Harding. This és an honor. Have a chair. Have a front porch. Such a busy man to drop in on me and —” “Well, you know, Lire, I must consult all the best minds. And these prob- lems —" “Yes—there’s the tax till.” “And the Cabinet.” “That dubious Cabinet. sheviki with their insidious propaganda. “And the rejuvenation of business.” “And Labor and Capital.” “And armament or disarmament —” “And the balance of trade—" “And suffering Europe, and the dis- abled and apparently forgotten soldiers. Lire, we must not forget them.” “No, sir! And the postmen’s pay, Mr. Harding.” “And the underpaid teachers. And ul- timate Peace, not to mention that myster- ious affair, the tariff.” “And immigration. Why, there must be twenty million immigrants standing in line, Mr. Harding.” “Yes, yes. I know.” “And—just to make you feel worse—a great many able people think that America is the one white hope of the world left.” “Tf we—” “I know, I know. But we won't, and there are mitigating thoughts, Mr. Hard- ing.” “And they are?” “Well, I'm Number 2000. That's some- thing. Then again, almost any problem can be solved with courage, patience, tol- And the Bol- erance, gentleness and a real country like this hack of you. One thing at a time, I should say. And Faith, Mr. Harding, Faith— So here’s looking at you.” “Salute, Lire!” “ And may the best minds win!” Realistic OTHER: Whoever taught you to use that dreadful word? Tommy: Santa Claus, mamma. Motuer: Santa Claus? TomMy: Yes, mamma, when he fell over a chair in my bedroom on Christmas Eve. In Luck “GINCE you were only drinking 2.75 . beer,” said the judge, “I'll merely fine you $2.75.” “T’anks, yer honor. drinking XXX.” I'm glad I wasn’t A MUFF is as good as a feast in moth- ville, LIFE Ballade of LIFE’S 2000’ th Issue DOWN the years Lire gaily dances, And wits with pen and pencil play, Depicting fanciful romances, In madrigal and roundelay. Brave pictured forms of gallants gay, Fair maids in furbelows and fichus, Week after week. And now, they say, Lire has achieved two thousand issues, Old prints by Chip and J. G. Francis Fixed in my memory ever stay; Harry McVickar’s art enhances The rhymes of Rose and Désirée. A dancing nymph—a soaring fay, Robed in the airiest of tissues, By—ah, how memory goes astray— Lire has achieved two thousand issues! On at full speed Pegasus prances, Nor tiring in the merry fray, The wits of poets, tilting lances, The artists winning wreaths of bay, , The Editor! Lire to him’s May! 1 own I'd like to be in his shoes! Though other papers gang a-gley, Lire has achieved two thousand issues! L'Exvo1. Lire, deaf, I wish you joy to-day— You'll hear full many such “1 wish you's” From us, who've trod along the way. Lire has achieved two thousand issues! Carolyn Wells, Br—! E wonder whether the recently meas- ured star, Betelgeuse, which is twenty- seven million times as large as our sun, is populated. If so, our brain reels when we consider how many people there must be there who remark, on these brisk winter mornings, “Is it cold enough for you?” 'LYKYNS: Styxyns: on the stage. Is it a good play? Yes; the worst ever put WOMEN AND CHILDREN FIRST. comicbooks.com