Life — June 14, 1883 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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278 - LIFE: “ The Times has never once been compelled to sell or prostitute itself to a stock-jobber, to pawn itsshares with an insurance company for money to keep {ts head above water, or to send its editor out to play the toady with great or rich men for their favor and influence.” It is so infrequent that the public is given a clear insight into one editor's private opinion of another editor, that the Times’ frank acknowledgment of its views of the 7ridune will be bound to receive enormous attention, and we are glad to observe that it is so gracious and kindly in its method as not to be liable in the least to a charge of malice or ill-temper. o 8 “THE public demands that some means be devised by law to~ prevent drunken or stupid drug clerks putting up murder- ous doses of morphine in place of the harmless quinine or epsom salts ordered by the physician, Professor Ogden Doremus, some years ago, reported in favor of compelling druggists to keep their poisons under lock and key, that the difficulty of access to them might lesson the chances of the clerks’ making such fatal errors. Some such legislation is certainly a necessity. Between the quack doctor, and the reckless and blundering druggist, the sick have but little chance. oe HE Staten Island Club is encouraging vice by being so leni- ent to Irving Duer, the thief who, in the guise of a gentle- man, has been pilfering from his fellow-clubmen for several years, Good birth and education should not be allowed to plead fora thief. The better his social position the heavier his pun- ishment should be. Duer’s crime calls for especial severity, for he tried to fasten suspicion upon an innocent man, This proves him to be a scoundrel of the vilest variety, to whom no mercy should be extended. * 8 6 Ir is also asserted that Daniel Pratt has made a will bequeath- ing the Presidency of the United States to Roscoe Conkling. Now if the Count de Chambord had bequeathed Roscoe Conk- ling to the son of Daniel Pratt there is no telling what mighty changes the geography of our country might have undergone. And even as it is we are not out of the woods yet. “WHAT are the wi-hildwaves sa-hay-hay-ing, is-ter, the whole da-a-hay long ?” That the summer boarders will be paying Remarkably steep rates for a singularly indifferent article of board and lodging in the course of a few weeks—that, brother, so far as I can make it out, appears tobe the purport of their saw-haw-haw-hong!"" UV ACIDULOSZ, OCK-EYED Benjamin Franklin B. Got awfully left on his LL.D.; : An honor conferred by the Harvard Trustee On Govs, elected annuallee. But Ben didn’t mind. “ You know,” sezee, “When it’s scooped by a man like Rutherford B., Or the President-ex, Ulysses S. G., ‘Tis a barren and empty LL. Degree, Not worth a tinker’s D-D-D. To me,” Sezee, THE OLD TRUNDLE BED. CD), THE OLD trundle bed where I slept when a boy ! » What canopied king might not covet the joy? The glory and peace of that slumber of mine, Like a long, gracious rest in the bosom divine. The quaint, homely couch, hidden. close from the light, But daintily drawn from its hiding at night. O, anest of delight from the foot to the head Was the queer little, dear little, old trundle bed ! O, the old trundle bed, where I wondering saw . ‘The stars through the window, and listened with awe To the sigh of the winds as they tremblingly crept Through the trees where the robin so restlessly slept. Where I heard the low murmurous cheep of the wren, And the katydid listlessly chirrup again, Till my fancies grew faint and were drowsily led Through the maze of the dreams of the old trundle bed. 0, the old trundle bed! O, the old trundle bed ! With its plump little pillow and old-fashioned spread ; Its snowy-white sheets, and the blankets above, Smoothed down and tucked round with the touches of love ; The voice of my mother to lull me to sleep With the old fairy stories my memories keep ‘Still fresh as the lilies that bloom o'er the head Once bowed with nry own o’er the old trundle bed. James Wuitcome Ritey. Butcer, of Mass., had a chill last week. His pri- vate thermometer fell one degree. How I saw THE PRINCESS OF TREBIZONDE. = Wantep.—Information as to yhen and where I shall go fishing this month, C. A. ARTHUR, Washington, D. C. Is THE horse pistol senior to the Colt’s revolver ? comicbooks.com