Life — November 15, 1883 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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| Fre haqzy lachsr OF FLICKERING Flame “Thar Dances on my Dogg, Ts eine ip quttrertnc FROME, A Pictwre Por my LOGS A ment oF DNR & QUESTIONING cye3 WIDER AND WI DER GROTN AT ASK Me . GREAT 8VRPRISE, Im SITTING RERE ALONE. | Otp Lapy (indignantly): “ Just to think of that hor- rid man daring to preach such a long sermon when I was dying to get home to poor sick Totty.” (N. B. Totty is a Poodle.) Yes, my boy, the English language does change very rapidly, and many words have to-day a meaning entirely different from their original signification; for instance, Webster defines a duel as “a combat be- tween two persons; especially a premeditated fight between two persons to decide some private differ- ence or establish some point of honor.” And does n't it mean the same thing to-day, do you ask? Ah no, my dear son, it means a foot race. And the racers usually start back to back and keep on running until one or both of them drop dead from fatigue. IN DEFAULT OF BAIL, 66 WV HAT are yeso glum about?" inquired the jailer, as he Hopped at the grating. ‘‘I thought you literary chaps was always so light- ‘earted, hat have ye got there?” “*Some manuscript that I found in my pocket,” sadly replied the unfortu- nate author, as he held out a roll of paper. The turnkey took the proffer- ed sheets and glanced at them. The first. one began—(‘‘ My bio- graphy; to be printed in the daily (in aay after my book has been pub- ished."") “ Judging from his present cheerful surroundings, it seems hard]: possible that the subject of our sketel couldhave been in needy and depress- ing circumstances but a few years since. However, Fortune did not place him in the position he now occupies—" “ You 're right, she did n't,” remark- ed the jailer, as he handed it back. “It was not Fortune—it was his Honor, an’ twelve intelligent Ameri- can citizens. But, to my mind, the surroundings are not cheerful ; they ‘re decidedly *Tombs’-like, Brace up. Here comes your allowance of Croton!" “Thank you!” mournfully rejoined the novelist. ‘I never drink behind and the jailer went off laughing in a Harrigan and Hartless way. H. L. SATTERLER. Rurus Hatcu went to Rock- ! ford, Illinois, a few weeks ago, and played the organ Sunday morning, in the old church where he used to play it thirty years ago. Rufus has played the deuce more than the organ since that time. Besides, we always understood it was Johnny Morgan who played the organ, while Rufus played the mischief on the street. wIZY ,IN TO THE MAN WHO PARTS HIS HAIR WITH A TOWEL. HE sun and rain and flies beat down Upon thy charming crest, Until thou longest for the time When thou shalt be at rest ! DEDICATED Sorrow sits on thy glist’ning pate ; The snow and hail beat down, And all that fate will give to thee Is coldness for a crown ! But O my Baldy, think of this, And drain thy bitter cup ! Thou never, never canst grow gray, So, Baldy dear, cheer up! Rotanp Kino, comicbooks.com