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

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Sanctum Talks ELL, Lire.” “Who's this?” “Don’t you know me?” “Not the slightest—” “W hy, I’m Governor Len Small of Illinoi: “Oh, you’re the governor who has been arrested for alleged taking of State funds when you were Treasurer. Yes, I remember you now. Well, 1 can’t possibly try you to-day—” “But I want to know the worst about myself.” “Well, Governor, don’t you? You've been living with yourself long enough to find that out, haven't you?” “This is a put-up job and—” “T haven't said it wasn’t.” “Let me explain, I—” “Look here, Governor Small of Il- linois, let me tell you something. You Mrs. Monkey: There she goes pulling that same old stuff again. don’t interest me at all. You are not to blame.” “Don’t you really think so?” “No; there are plenty of men just like you. The real guilt lies with the people who elected you; if they wanted a man like you, why should you come to me now and complain? No- body would know who you were if they hadn’t elected you governor of Illinois; they want- ed you and they got you. What are you making a fuss about?” “But—” “Don’t get me wrong. I feel as badly as you do. J live in New York. We wanted Hylan, and we got him. We wanted our detectives to shoot up in- nocent people and then get off scot- free, and the thing was done.” “T want to be vindicated!” “You won't be; you may be dis- charged by the court, but you won't be vindicated; they'll probably elect you over again, as they may elect Hylan. Be easy, Governor. You are of no con- sequence. We, the people of New York and Chicago and of all the rest of the big towns, we are the guilty ones —run away, now, and let me forget.” “But—” “Boy! in!” Tell the next joke to come She’d stop at nothing in order to get the crowd. LIFE My Little Sin ILL you forget my little sin, And let me in? It was a trifling thing, and slight, And yet it whispers in the night And makes my soft green d bright. Ah, will you let me in? A bold, bad, daring fault, and dcep, Breaks not my sleep. But this—this is a shallow shame, A petty word, scarce fit for blame, A little, biting, burning flame, To sting and leap. Your eyes may say you do not know What hurt me so. But if you open wide the door, Then I shall enter as before, And that small sin, my own 1 Will turn and go. more, So won't you fling your closed door wide And shut my little sin outside? Eleanor Baldwin. Hard Boiled Tue black-haired waitress, very much out of sorts, sailed haughtily up to the table at which sat the grouchy breakfast customer. She slammed down the cutlery, snatched a napkin froma pile and tossed it in front of him. Then striking a furious pose- “Watcha want?” she snapped. “Coupla eggs,” growled the customer. “How ya want ’em?” “Just like you are.” Wire: ball? Huspanp: What shall I wear at the How about clothes? LIFE’S Fresh Air Fund Lire’s Fr tion for the past time it has expended $191,130.33 and a fortnight in the country to 41,505 { children. Contributions, which are acknow a Arr Funxp has been thirty-four years. made payable to Lire’: sent to 598 Madison enue, New Vork City. Previously acknowledged 080.01 From the boys at Camp Ri ae Lake, N.Y 71.68 The proceeds derived from a children’s 's entertainment given by Eliza lets, Ruth Foster, Marie Foste : Straight (166 “In memory of 0. ii. W 4 N. D. 5.0 Mr. and Mrs, S. J.’ Macy, Av 5.00 In, ‘memory of Spdkter Nee Green, Des. y 25, 11.19 3.00 45.00 WW. Campb F 1.00 Biena Re Dats, So. Sandishchh, Mass. 5.00 268.04 mon He the four telli be t rin comicbooks.com