Life — February 26, 1885 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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> LIFE: ALBERT EDWARD, PRINCE OF WALES. | Born in England in 1841. | R. WALES is a Prince by trade and he has succeeded | in building up a profitable business—although there | are rumors that he is sometimes in arrears with his pay-roll. His services are greatly in demand at all opening dedications, fairs, etc. Mrs. Wales attends to the ladies. (So does Mr. Wales when she is not looking.) Mr. Wales has-no branch | establishment in the United States, and all traveling agents purporting to represent him are impostors and base imita- tions and should be treated as such. ARTHUR SULLIVAN, KT. Born in London in 1844. IR ARTHUR SULLIVAN has knocked out all the other English composers of comic opera in four rounds, Marquis of Queensbury rules. He is the composer of “P—e” and “Let Me D— Again,” but he is guiltless of “S—— T—— Among the G——" He has taken unto himself Mr. W. S. Gilbert, who writes the text of his comic operas. The conjunction is most artistic, for they have taken to heart the law which declares that the libretto and the score, the words and the music, must be two arts that beat as one. 7] | HE Boston Hera/d speaks of acertain gentleman as dis- playing “a playful fancy of the best Puritan type.” | This is about as unkind a thing as one could say of a friend. The average Puritan had about as much fancy as a bull ter- | Tier; and whether it was a“ playful” fancy or not depends | wholly upon the latitude one gives the word. Unless history ANOTHER WAY OF LOOKING AT IT. “ HAT are you shouting for, my son ?” “T am hooraying for the English. Glorious victory! Lots of Arabs killed !” “My son, if a burglar were to enter this house, and I met him on the stairs and we should have a desperate struggle, would you stand on the landing and shout for joy every time he knocked me down ?” “Why, no! Of course I should n't !” “You would feel sorry, would n't you ?” “Yes, and mad.” ‘Well, that's just the way the little Arabs feel.” misleads us utterly, the only outward manifestations of this fancy were the continual bullying of his own family, the re- lentless persecution of all who differed from him in opinion, and the occasional toasting of a few old women as witches. . SCIENTIFIC journal declares that sheep and goats are both butters. Any one who has had experience | with either of these will understand the derivation of a “ pat of butter.” . . ALENCIENNES lace is not much used this winter for skating shoes. Frieze velvet is still de rigeur in the winter season and slippers have by no means become passed, * * HOW? OW can a novice on two roller skates Look happy and pleased as he madly gyrates, When deep in his heart those same rollers he hates ? He can't. How can a clergyman try to advance Ideas that give Science the ghost of a chance, And yet not be called “a religious free lance"? ‘ He can ‘t. How can the G. O. M. placidly smile When he thinks of El Mahdi’s success on the Nile, And Johnny Bull's anger beginning to “ rile" ? He can't. AN Augusta, Me., man, the other day leaned off the plat- form of the rear car of a train to kiss his wife good-bye, but the train started so suddenly, and moved so fast that he only succeeded in kissing a tramp who had stepped aside at the switch a hundred yards further on. YOUNG HOPEFUL (to his sister): “1 say, Nell, pass me the butter!" NELL (in a tone of sisterly reproof): “ / what, Johnnie ?” JOHNNIE (goaded to desperation by the delay): “// you can reach it!” comicbooks.com