The day book. [volume], July 13, 1912, Image 16

About The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917

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LIFE VS. ART
'A conscientious young Boston
mother, who tries to bring up her
children in the modern manner,
decided she ought to take them
to the art museum. So she took
John, aged 6, and Anne, aged 4,
and spent an afternoon among
the pictures and statues.
When the children arrived in
the room given up to ancient
statuary, the little boy seemed
much impressed. He walked
carefully around the figures, eye
ing them from all angles, but say
ing nothing. His mother made
no comment, leaving him to form
his own opinions.
The next morning when John
was taking a bath, little Anne in
all innocence pushed open the
bathroom door.
"Here, you Ann!" shouted
John. "Keep out of here! Don't
y6u know this is no art museum?"
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Moral Tale of Ebenezer.
Ting-a-ling! went the bell, and
Ebenezer, the industrious one,
sprang from his stool and in a
moment stood in the roam of
Maxim Multigraft, the million
aire financier.
"Ebenezer," said the, chief, "I
have observed your industry.
Your zest for work astonishes
me. No detail seems too small to
escape you, no task too great for
you to accomplish. You are the
first to arrive in the morning, and
the last to leave at
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you!" cried Ebenezer, and wait
ed, wondering whether it would
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raise, or whether it would be a
managership for him.
"Hence, Ebenezer," growled
Multigraft, "I want you to clear
out this week. It's men of your
stamp, who worm out all the
business secrets, and then go and
start a rival show in the next
street. Hop it!"
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He had dropped a nickel in the
slot of a telephone pay station
and stood patiently waiting. He
was full to the brim. He read the
instruction and took down the
receiver.
"Number?" asked central.
"Fife centsch."
"What do you want?"
"Spearmint."
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