Life — February 11, 1886 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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SOCIETY NOTE. O THE social atmosphere » Now is getting rather sere, And all worn out and tired are the buds, buds, buds ; And their joys are interrupted, For papas are all bankrupted By the little bills they ‘re paying up for duds, duds, duds. And the only hope that’s left them Is that ere the law's bereft them Of the money which the daughters all have spent, spent, spent, They may get across the border To the province of Ca-naw-da, There to while away the pious time of Lent, Lent, Lent. * . . R. GARLAND seems to be in a fair way to fall from the frying-pan electric into the fire of a Congressional Investigation. . . . “cs ES,” said the Boston young lady, humming “ We ‘re Very Wide Awake, the Moon and I,” “that is the most contagious atmosphere I ever heard.” * . * R. HOWELLS turns upon his critics in the February Harper's Magazine and professes not to care for them because they are either too old or too young. Mr. Howells himself must have suffered greatly from “ too youngness " when he wrote his poems. . * . HE Harpers have just published a love story called A Man of Honor. It ought to make a good companion volume to Mr. Bun- ner’s novel, A Woman of Honor. . . * ILLIAM HENRY BURR has written a pamphlet on Bacon and Shakespeare. Mr. Burr should shake that chestaut. . . . HE Apaches have been driven to cover. It's a good thing. An uncovered Apache would be a pitiable object at this season of the year. . - . LLITERATION is growing in popular favor to such an extent that a leading periodical is seriously con- sidering the advisability of re-christening itself Harper's Hebdomadal, HE solution to the Irish question is commonly sup- posed to be “ Wil, Gimme Phwisky !" * . * ON'T somebody please start a mad-cat scare and make a law to have every cat in the country muzzled with a soft pedal attachment. * * * N exchange states that the mean death rate among the rich classes of England is fifty-five years. The mean death rate among the poor people is forty-one years. This proves that rich people are meaner than the poor. HERE are nearly a hundred members of the New York Authors’ Club, The Philadelphia Author’s club is his pen.—Philadelphia News. This confirms our suspicion that Philadelphia humorists write with a club. . . . S Bismarck has been’so successful in exterminating the Poles from the Fatherland, why not invite the Chan- cellor over here to deal with the telegraph wire question ? * * * CONTEMPORARY which has time in this busy age to call itself the Technische Stefensieder, tells of a curious Chinese tree called the tallow tree. This must be a sort of candle-arbre. * * . AY enquiring correspondent wants to know more about paper rails, said to be used on the railroads of Russia. For the perfection of paper rails he had best consult the Administration criticisms in the N. Y. 7ribune. * . . HE publishers of that unhappy bit of anonymity, The Buntling Ball, which has been striving to force itself into popularity and circulation by the ingenuity of its adver- tising rather than by its literary merit, claim that, because expert critics cannot rightly name the author it is absurd to say that it is possible, by the style or thought, to determine who wrote this or that book of the Bible. A lovely bit of comparison this! The Buntling Ball and the Bible! Edgar Fawcett and Moses ! J. K. Bangs. comicbooks.com