Life — December 4, 1884 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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E strongly suspect that the Bartholdi pedestal is hav- ing a hard and rocky time of it, and will be handed down from generation to generation under the head of “ un- finished business.” Meanwhile the statue itself had better lay down and rest, for when it does make its final stand, it will be worse off than the lady who never says thank you in a horse-car crowded with men. * . * N enterprising gentleman out in Dakota has photo- graphed a tornado with excellent results. This is almost as great an achievement as that of a Boston photographer who has taken Mr, Butler at times of his tran- sition from Republican to Democratic principles. Owing to the periods, the picture may be regarded as a more than ordinary Photographic triumph. . . * NE of the Green Mountain hills has been named Mount Cleveland in honor of the President-elect. It probably doesn’t take long to get to the summit, where- in we presume lies the “ aproposity of the designation.” [DROF. WIGGINS, the weather prophet, has joined the Salvation Army. His chief duty now is to prophecy hot weather. All of which, considering the reliability of the prophet in the past, is extremely comforting to sinners. * . . OW that Mayor Edson and the District Attorney have been invited to attend a select prize fight at the Madi- son Square Garden, Capt. Williams will doubtless receive an invitation somewhat as follows : Mr. Red Bleary, the hero of the Southampton Bank Burg- lary, requests the honor of Captain Williams’ presence at the ——th National Bank on Monday evening, the —inst., at 12 o'clock, to witness the removal of the Bank's securities and un- expended balance. R.S. V.P. . . . RS. SPRIGGINS who has just returned from Europe, declares that her ocean trip has taught her “ Just what them Latin fellers mean by Se Transét.” * * . T was a cruel suggestion of the Western Editor who remarked that the words “ Founded by Horace Greeley” at the head of the editorial columns of the Tribune should be changed to read “ Foundered by Whitelaw Reid.” xceeding instantaneousness of these latter | SPECULATION. T isn’t often that the 7rzbune hits the nail on the head, but when it does, lo! the whack is mighty. In witness whereof, we append the following from its columns of last Monday : “On general principles one must sympathize with the un- happy ticket-speculator who, after waiting hours to buy out the box-office at the Star Theatre, was prevented by a wicked policeman, who tore his coat and otherwise humiliated him. But for private reasons, which will at least be appreciated by every theatre-goer, it is possible to contemplate the painful spectacle with much calmness. Let this unfortunate specula- tor think what are the feelings of a man who goes early in the week to get a seat five days in advance, only to find everything sold and the lobby full of alot of impudent fellows who thrust’ bundles of tickets in his face, which he can buy at about double the regular price! He will understand then why, so long as he got off with only his spirit broken and his bones safe, theatre goers don’t pity him much.” PHOTOGRAPH seller saturated with modernism, to fair customer.—She—“ Have you a photograph of Washington Irving?” He—* Yes, mam! but if you will pardon my cor- rection, his first name is Henry.” THE MUGWUMP CANONIZED. HOSE who have had a surfeit of politics in the past few months need not be deterred thereby from reading Mr. F. Marion Crawford's latest novel “‘ An American Poli- tician.” The amount of political wisdom is microscopic, though paraded at considerable ‘length through a number of chapters. True, the book is a kind of canonization of the Mugwump (a Democratic one), and just at present a great | many people are favorable to such a ceremony ; but, even in a romance, the imagination refuses to assent to a portrait- ure of a “ Dude-and-Pharisee" who habitually speaks of vil Service” when he means “ Civil Service Reform.” who is a member of a mysterious “ hocus-pocus ” council of three, which for many years has secretly influenced the des- tinies of the Republic, and who, finally, does not know that | he is in love until he has suffered from the epidemic for months. The Mugwump is, no doubt, a very peculiar indi- vidual, but he knows a thing or two about Civil Service Re- form, and is not, we hope, insensible to the tender passion. * * * LL these absurdities need not interfere with the enjoy- ment of the love story—for it is a pretty love story, pure and noble. There is no untimely death, as in “ Mr. Isaacs,” no guilty passion, as in “To Leeward,” no cruel father, as in “ A Roman Singer "—indeed, there is nothing disagreeable about it. Love has its trials and tribulations, comicbooks.com