Life — May 15, 1884 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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VOL. 1155 Broapway, New York Published every Thursday, $5 a year in advance, postage free. Single copies, 10 cents. to this office. rates. THE editor begs to announce that he cannot undertake to | return rejected contributions, Back numbers can be had by applying Vol. I., 20 cents per copy; Vol. II, at regular HE graveyard at Sedalia, Mo., contains the remains of 191 members of the Higgins family.—Courier-Fournal. Among them, we presume, is the last of the Mo. Higgins, as it were. * * * SOMEHOW wish I were a dog show. public.” —Blaine. * ok * “ I could catch the R. RUGG, the colored gentleman who figured prominently in several recent Long Island tragedies, and who is un- der an engagement with the Sheriff to appear shortly at a necktie party, says he trusts in God and hopes to get a new trial. At the same time, two artists visited him and made a plaster cast of his head for exhibition. This leaves room for doubts whether true greatness is a gift or an achievement. * * * 6¢ 7 HEAR that at a recent fair, the most popular dude re- ceived 284 votes, and got a nice gold-headed cane. Ido not want a cane ; but, in regard to those votes, I would like to know how I can become a popular dude."— 5. %. 7. * * * RE the consumers, the great mass of the people, of no ac- count? inquires our esteemed contemporary, Ze Boston Transcript. Of course they are, man, certainly, And, Lord bless you,if they were not, where would the gas companies get their money from ? * * HAT popular Southwestern substitute for fox-hunting, called “niggering,” had so stronga hold on a select company of Kentucky gentlemen that they recently hanged a negro lad who had stolen $150. It is not our desire to wave the bloody shirt and claim this as a political burst, but only as a generous effusion of that playful Kentucky spirit which will not down, Mr, Watter- son recently, in two columns of the Courie~ Yournal, called for ‘ion—give us civilization!” It seemed at the time— Mr. Watterson was writing from our effete capital—that he had his eye upon the national menagerie, but this late Kentucky in- cident brings the prayer a little nearer his home. EW ORLEANS is proud and happy over her million dol- lars given by Congress for her Cotton Exposition, Ste now proposes to brace up and do big things, beginning with a fair so large as to require a roof of 10,000,000 square feet to cover it. This is very nice. For 20 years this capital of the South has | been sitting with folded hands, talking about the glorious days “ befo’ de wah,” .and—doing nothing. Creole pride. She has had her fill of * * * I" is said that the late Charles Reade once declared that he had studied American humor and had found nothing in it. Many Americans would like to study English hamor—but where? * * * NOTHER heiress-coachman elopement, have to be driven into love. * * Some girls do T the Windsor. “You're a liar!” Whack ! [No further particulars up to the hour of going to press.] * * * OLITICS are booming again. That is to say, Secretary Lincoln anil General Sheridan are going fishing. * * * S asort of post-lenten expiation, Boston is indulging in a -\ baby show. It was proposed to make the editors-in-chief of the Boston papers umpires, but an important engagement called every blessed one of them to Canada, and the managers of the show had to fall back on the toughest deacons that the Back Bay could furnish. : a * * HE Cleveland Leader is in ashes because the Cincinnati papers gave three columns to an account of a hanging and only forty-seven lines to a review of a great music festival. “This,” says the Leader, naively.“ is the tendency of modern art.” * * * M R. EATON, in his recent great speech on the tariff, in- quired generally, “ Where shall I go?” editors all over the country want to tell Mr. would n’t look well in type, do n’t you see. * * * And now 940 Eaton, only it HE mystery surrounding the embassy from Siam and the reticence of Mr. BARNUM are coincidences which may mean something. It begins to look dark for the White Elephant. * * * es HE Sun reports an iceberg three miles long was scen off the coast of Newfoundland, There! I knew I would be beaten some day.”—C. F. Adams. comicbooks.com