Apparently A Roast

The Wrinkle this week is largely devoted to "live stock" as shown by its illustrations. Inside the cor ral is the Wrinkle itself, on a gaily caparisoned steed, regardless of who ever may say, "Give a beggar a horse and he will ride to the devil.' A melancholy steer is undergoing the process of whitewashing at the hands of a checkered-shirted farmer in tide-water pantaloons. In either (pronounce it eye-ther) eye is a tear for the steer. The right eye only is visible as the face is a profile. But we have an entire right to presume a tear in the invisible eye, as it would be ridiculous, also unfair to cry with ons eye and not give the other a chanci. The farmer is labeled "U. of M. Waily." The steer looks sad, henee these tears! Outside the ranch gate is a bovine who is unable to get in. He is the Evening News, hard at work, however, scrib bling "lies." Forty acres of rabbit tracks will be presented to the man who will interpret this "roast."