Life — October 26, 1922 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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Things LIFE Would Rather Like to Know HY there is always coal enough in the next town to yours, * * * Whether the Kaiser will lose his relative value if he marries against the wishes of his family. * oe Whether Charles E member of the Beavers. Hughes is a Loyal Order of x Ok O* The dates of Lenine’s death. * * * If Siki is going to train for Jack Dempsey by working in a shipyard. * * * Whether Sinclair Lewis could say anything in a ten-word telegram. * * * Why it isn’t most appropriate that James M. Cox should grieve for the woes of minorities. * ok OK What member of the Algonquin Round Table admires himself most. * * * How to avoid a yeast sediment. * * * Why Nemesis permits the ex- Kaiser to collect royalties both at home and abroad. * * * Why H. G. Wells didn’t write a book last week. * * * ‘Whether President Hopkins didn’t say a Dartmouthful. * * * Whether William R. Hearst really enjoys being always in the slime- light. Whether European values are at all improved by the rise of the crescent. * oe O* At what age a millionaire should permit his fifteen-year-old son to drive a twin-six roadster. * * * At what age a girl of sixteen should be permitted to go motoring unchaperoned. x ok Ok Who lost the war. * ek OK Whether Alton B. Parker and James M. Cox ever met; and, if so, what they conversed about. * ok Ok Whether Princess Mrs. Leeds had much difficulty finding a ready-made coronet that fitted. x ok Who Clare Sheridan is modelling now. x ok ok What interested Ambassador Har- vey most in Scotland during his re- cent vacation in that country. x ok ok Whether the ex-Kaiser enjoys dic- tating only to a stenographer. * * * Whether Pancho Villa doesn’t con- sider himself a piker as he watches Kemal Pasha. * ok ® Who could possibly have a strong enough constitution to follow the flag. * * * Why Greek history doesn’t repeat itself. The Irretrievable Loss EARS ago when I was a mere cub reporter beginning my ca- reer, I met him first. He was even then a pronounced success and | listened hungrily to his every word as I interviewed him, intent, if pos- sible, on gaining the secret of wealth from his store of knowledge. “But, sir,” I insisted as he told me of his early struggles to the pinnacle, “surely life has not been entirely work for you. Had you no sports, no boyhood vices?” He shook his head sadly as he retrospected through the ages. Ah, yes,” he finally admitted, not without reluctance. “I gambled once as a lad. I recall it as only yesterday. Five cents it was | matched against another boy’s, and—” here his voice broke sorrow- fully—“and I lost. Ah, yes,” he con- cluded, sighing heav ‘all my life I've regretted that first false step.” I saw him yesterday. I was stand- ing on the curb as his limousine halted by the newsstand and he hobbled forth to get his daily paper. He picked it from the counter, searched for several moments his every pocket for the nickel its pur- chase called for, and then, finding only bills, he laid it gently down again and turned back to the luxuri- ous cushions of his car. “Ah, yes,” I heard him murmur sadly as his chauffeur let in the clutch. “If only I hadn't taken that first faise step.” LLM. My Little Soul N church I sit, while all about, Good people bow in sober prayer, In worship earnest and devout— And yet my little soul goes out And seeks the open air. It wanders out among the trees, It kisses all the grasses slim, It whispers with the droning bees While through the windows, on the breeze, Come echoes of a hymn. It flutters up among the throng Of blossoming leaves that gaily nod To welcome it; and while the song Floats up from worship,—glad and strong My little soul finds God. H. A. comicbooks.com