Life — May 12, 1921 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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“ BUT TO ENDURE THE FLATTERY OF A NICHOLAS MURRAY BUTLER! Sanctum Talks >» L, Lire, I guess I've put my foot in it.” “Hello, Brother Lansing! Never mind. the only one.” “That's what makes me feel so badly; I ought to have known.” You're not “Dear me, Mr. Lansing, when you're Secretary of State you have no time to learn lessons from the past.” “But, Lire, I ought to have had sense enough to know that the public has small use for the man who squeals.” “Yet, even so, Mr. Lansing, there is moncy in literature.” “Lire! You place too low a value on my motives. I'm not so bad as that. I'm really a nice man.” “Of course, you are a nice man; and after all, your mistake You hoped for Peace with Personal Victory, and now you have neither.” “Please don’t rub it in. was a natural one. I feel badly enough as it is. It’s bad enough to bear the malice of one’s enemics, but to'endure the flattery of a Nicholas Murray Butler!” “Say no more, Mr. Lansing, or I shall burst into sympathetic tears. Let us not dwell on that “There's the difficulty. If I had resigned in the beginning— but now they've got me down among the people who say things that were better left unsaid.” “Console yourself! Your book is more human than Mr. Lewis’ ‘ Main Street,’ more amusing than Mrs. Wharton's ‘ Age of Innocence’ and more ingenuous than Mr. Tarkington's * Seventeen.” What more can any punctiliously polite ex-Secre- tary of State expect?” T. L. M. Bear up and be resigned.” In New York | HEAR you want a room clerk.” “No, we never have any rooms. What we want is a clerk who can satisfy people in assigning them to billiard tables, telephone booths and cots in the halls.” LIFE Moy Marching Through Georgia - A Hymn of Transcaucasian Friendliness IKOLAEVESKAYA, boys, mark it on the map, There's gold within the hills above though death lies in the gap; Godlinski down to: Almalo, we'll clean up shooting cray f While we go marching through Georgia. & Hurrah! Hurrah! for old Zakatali! Hurrah! Hurrah! for Batum-by-the-sea; « We'll stop at Sogut Bulak, Telav and Sachkeri, While we go marching through Georgia. We'll pass an hour at Passanaur, at Borchka rest a while; At Kutais all the cuties there will treat us to a smile Akhalkalakian Ikes will stand inspection, rank and file— While we go marching through Georgia. Hurrah! Hurrah! for gentle Lailashi! 7 Hurrah! Hurrah! Ducet and Zigdidi! We'll give a cheer for Becho; for Ganza we'll give three, While we go marching through Georgia. Henry William Hanemann Mary Jane’s Theme NCE upon a time there was a little girl who did everything her mother told her to. In the morning she helped her mother do housework for an hour before she went to school And she always school—even in Spring when the other little boys and girls played “hookey.” She never had to stay after school, because she always. knew her went to lessons, never chewed gum, or wrote notes, or played marbles “for keeps” When school was out this litt girl came straight home, never loitering along the way. | be found several oranges on the kitchen table she always went z upstairs where her mother was, and asked if she could have on ‘ with the boys. After putting on an apron to keep her dress clean for the next day, this little girl would study her lessons, one hour for every half-hour’s recitation, which the superintendent had said the state expected of its rising generation. She studied five hours, [- without thifking of anyone else or of anything except the printed page before her. lesson for an hour and a half. without begging to st >¥ NS After dinner, she practised her viol She went to bed p: y up “just five minutes more.” This little girl never used slang. She never dressed up in her = mother’s clothes, or bothered her big sister when she had a beau in the parlor. This little girl, when told to do something, never stamped her foot and said, “1 won't” but always mur- mured, “ Yes, mother.” Have you guessed who she was? she was a little girl like me BRIBES b I )~)se en” It was my mother whea Cementing an Alliance "DONT you think it would be a good idea for you to mara one of the Sultan’s daughters?” “Maybe,” said the Afghan prince. “IT dunno. Write for catalogue.” “But which daughter?” aA ALARY—something paid to you for what you do. Income—something paid to you for what your father did comicbooks.com