Life, 1925-06-11 · page 11 of 36
Life — June 11, 1925 — page 11: what you’re looking at
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This page combines fiction and social commentary. The main content includes: **Literary sections:** - "Night—An Invocation," a poem by Sherman Ripley about spiritual yearning - Chapter 35 of a serialized story featuring characters Dick Rover and James Carson in a Western setting, discussing crossing a canyon **Social satire ("Organization"):** A brief dialogue mocking civic club culture. A man leaving town complains the city lacks organization to offer "better" opportunities. His friend responds that a local named Chatterton is "a wizard"—a successful salesman who "just sold five gross of garters in a college town." This satirizes how small-town success is measured by mundane commercial achievement rather than genuine organizational accomplishment. **Illustration:** "The Young Hussy" depicts a woman in a tree above a man with a ladder—likely illustrating romantic or comedic tension from the serialized narrative.
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added, he struggled to free himseli. “Why have you made me a prisoner?” “Frankly, I'm not quite sure,” con- fessed the bully, “But it really seemed the thing to do.” “Perhaps you want Diamond Gulch Min “Where is the secre bully “In the pig's eye!” retorted Sam throwing Dan Baxter into a the secret of suggested Sam. "roared the coolly qu y “Ll get even with you!” spluttered the bully, as his helpers lifted him d out of the old, abandoned : y where Sam had thrown him, and dried him off as best they could. Then the party set off in search of the mune Cuarter Tuurty-Five M AY I inquire to whom I am in- debted for my life?” asked Dick Rover politely, as he turned to his rescuer. “Well, lad, my right handle air James ” was the hearty rejoinder, “but as knows me allers calls me Slim Jim, I vum. Put ‘er thar, stranger,” and he thrust forth a hand as hard as horn. My name is Richard Rover, Mr. farson,” said Dick. “Whoopee, Rover, lay offen thet thar talk an’ don’t go fer to mister me, lad,” re 1 the old hunter, “I calkerlate I'm plain Slim Jim to all as knows me— Slim Jim, him with a ready trigger an’ gold.” And Dick w touched by this homely philosophy of the out-of-doors. “Can you get across the Canyor he a heart o° asked y, lad, they ain't no Canyon wot Slim Jim can’t cross,” boasted the cow- boy, handing Dick a heavy line. By stretching this line across the Canyon, they were soon on their way to Dia- mond Gulch Mine. Cuarter Tuirty- Five For a long time poor Tom gazed hopelessly across the wasteland of Land alkali, where the desert bones lay baking in the sun and the only id for miles around was the occa- nal clash of primitive hearts. “Old pard,” he said to his faithful ho who was seated beside him, “I guess we're lost.” His trusty steed made no reply; but as Tom bowed his head and choked a (Continued on page 29) : LIFE « Night—An Invocation (Written in a Guest-Room) ERCURIAL orb, mysteriously dim, I raise my empty hands to you in vain, And seck with all my soul to reach and grasp you; But still you swing your orbit, while in pain I make my invocation. far Through what Elusive aisles of dusky atmosphere Do you pursue your temperamental wa I grope not through the dark for some austere And frozen satellite, deserted, dead — But merely for the light-switch over- head. Sherman Ripley. Organization “VES, I'm leaving town,” said my good friend John, civic leader, de- yout exponent of co-operation and co- ordination of effort. “I've reached the end of my rope,” he continued plaintively. “As secretary of my Sunda 1 became a member of the School retaries” Club and as president of the Secretaries’ Club, a member of the Presidents’ Club. 1 have just finished a term as president of the Presidents’ Club. There's nothing left for me, so I'm moving on, “This town isn't well organized enough to offer a man proper oppor- tunities.” PLOW. “JS Chatterton a good salesman?” “He's a wizard. He’s just sold five gross of garters in a college town.” “THE YOUNG Hussy!” comicbooks.com