Life — December 18, 1884 — page 2: what you’re looking at

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fers VOL, IV. DEC, 181TH, 1884. aa NO. 103. 1155 Broapway, New York. Published every Thursday, $5 a year in advance, postage free. Single copies, 10 cents, Back numbers can be had by applying to this office. Vol. I., 50 cents per copy ; Vols. II. and HT. at regular rates, Rejected contributions will not be returned unless accompanied by a stamped and directed envelope. E question whether the recapture of the distinguished Madame Mandelbaum be a matter for congratula- tion That she should forfeit her bail and voluntarily deprive the city of the pleasures of her society were more worthy of re- joicing than the melancholy and unique news that the Cana- dian authorities for once in their lives were unwilling to harbor United States criminals, * * * TTEMPORA mutantur et nos in illis mutamur! Years ago, before we had attained proficiency in the art of clipping coupons, we made an inward resolve that should fortune favor us our place of residence should be on Fifth Avenue. Now, when countless thousands crave for admittance at the portals of our bank account and when equally countless thousands are nightly turned away; and when blocks of Fifth Avenue Mansions are within our grasp do we ruthlessly turn our back thereon and prefer the calm quiet of a suburban villa or side street flat. And why? Simply because Fifth Avenue is no longer what it was. It is rapidly degenerating into a poor imitation of the Palais Royal of Paris, and were it roofed over would make a re- spectable showing alongside of the glittering arcades of Europe. Are Americans so thoroughly saturated with the one idea of money-getting that they cannot keep one spot at least free from the advances of Commerce ? . * . ECAUSE of his personal spite against Mr. Grace, who, as far as we can sce, has sinned chiefly in being elected the next Mayor of this city, Mr. Edson has prostituted his office and lowered himself in the esteem of many former ad- mirers. The Mayor has given the people of this city reason to be thankful for one thing, at least. That he was unable to pull the wires so as to retain his office after January next. ERHAPS if Mr. Lord Chief Justice Shepard were to in- vite Mr. Elliot F. Coleridge—we believe we ‘ve got the names right—to revisit America for the winter of his discon- tent, the eminent English barrister would appreciate the courtesy. England is not so balmy as usual for the Coleridge family. And besides, the Manager of the State Bar Association ought to offer us some attraction, even if it is only a Hunga- rian Count, so as to keep up with Mr. Mapleson and D’Oyly Carte. . . * ye mixed up condition of affairs in politics, owing to the Mugwumpery on one side and rank Democracy | on the other side of Mr. Cleveland, leads to the supposition The butcher, the baker, and for aught we know the candle- | stick maker, have turned the quiet of the aristocracy into. the noise of the mart. Where once lived descendants of Kings and Queens—some million generations removed —now dwell Snip, the Tailor; Chop, the butcher; Saw, the carpen- ter, and Cake, the baker. Not that we object to these gen- tlemen, for in their own way Snip, Chop, Saw and Cake are exceedingly useful citizens, but as neighbors with all that the word implies they might at various seasons of the year be- come unpleasant, and as creditors might be in such close proximity that the ordinary subterfuges of the social debtor would become comparatively null and correspondingly void. We regret that this should be so. New York once had reason to be proud of her Fifth Avenue, as being the hand- somest avenue of private residences in the world. that the next President will have a black and tan Cabinet. WING to the disposition of the English people to dock the wages of the Royal family, the Prince of Wales has placed one of his sons in the Inner Temple of London for the purpose of studying law. This shows that the Prince is not such a Royal Idiot as he is supposed to be. If the Princeling is smart he has a future assured—that is if he does not so far forget himself as to accept the dignity of Q. C. (Queen's Counsel). If he does intend to accept this position, he may as well starve to death now, and save him- self much hard study. ‘The Queen is too poor to support lawyers! comicbooks.com