Life — December 20, 1883 — page 17: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

CANNIBALISM. Servant, to delivery man from Catering establishment: BEEN WAITIN’ MORE 'N AN HOUR FOR YOU—AIN'T you Mr. WELLS’ BREAKFAST ? Stalwart delivery man, indignantly: Me? LUNCH FO’ DE INVALID LADY AT 36! Naw! I atn’r No Mr. WELLSES BREAKFAS’—I’M DE it were ineffectual, and he hasn't spoken to her since. But with exercise of the average amount of care, wedding-gifts may be made as useful a medium of circulation as our last year’s hoard of Easter cards, and may bring forth fruit more copiously. For exceptional cases, however, such as a dropsical but opulent aunt with chronic tendency to vacillation in the matter of her will, or a gouty grandfather possessed of the absurd idea that his relatives love him with an interested love, a great deal of tact must be employed. Usually, however, we guage our vict—I mean our rich relatives—rightly, and the result is, of course, very happy. But to return to the Lower Crasses, Somehow, Christmas seems to be a day specially made for their happiness. What to us, who have turkey the year round, is that fat, brown and stream- ing symbol of good cheer, when brought upon our table, but a mere additional infliction of daily monotony? Can we enter into the joy that fills that Lower CLass household, when their starved comicbooks.com