Life — July 8, 1886 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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24 -LIFE- ONSTANCY is a rare jewel. The way public faith has clung to the Puritan all through the early summer yacht races has been beautiful to behold. The new boats were doing all sorts of good sail- ing, but the public had no-love for them. People had conceived an affection for the white sloop last year, when she flew through that Wind blowing forty-seven miles an hour out there on the Cholera Banks, carrying her beautiful nose high above the angry green seas, and kept the America's cup from the gallant English gentleman who tried so bravely to win it—Sir Richard Sutton. * * * HE Hon. John Loudmouth Sullivan and the Hon. Charles Blow- hard Mitchell have been let loose once more by their keepers and will perform their great original North American hippodrome act on the Polo grounds to-day. At least that is the general opinion among those who keep themselves informed on such matters. The Evening Telegram has been howling “‘ hippodrome” for a week back. That pink-sheeted evening disturbance is almost always incorrectly informed on every subject under the sun ; but the City Editor happens to be an ardent admirer of Charles Mitchell, and I think he would hardly per- mit the insertion in the news columns of such articles as have appeared there recently unless he was sure he was right. * * * R. E. BERRY WALL made a wager with Emil Paul that the latter was a professional after having run on a certain kind of wager. With Mr. Wall's permission Paul wrote to the Spirit of the Times, using his own name and Mr. Wall’s to get a decision. Mr. Wall, on seeing his name in print, said he did not believe that Paul would use it. Yet he gave him permission. This is what it means to be a ‘‘ gentleman sportsman.” * * * HE intercollegiate baseball championship finally narrowed itself down to a struggle between Yale and Harvard. Nothing could more forcibly illustrate the uncertainty of our glorious national game. Even one of the Harvard papers had to admit that Princeton had the best nine in the college league ; but by sheer bad luck her nine became “broken up” and she fell out of the race. Tricotrin. ECENT changes for the better in Mr. Mansfield’s com- pany at the Madison Square Theatre afford him a support more in harmony with his own excellent rendering of the Prince. It is certainly one of the successes of the season and promises a brilliant run. HICAGO needs bracing up. The record of her striking Lake Shore switchmen is new evidence of the propen- sity of her citizens to take the lid off of things whenever their wishes are thwarted. HERE are rumors of the prospective return of the Hon. Sunset Cox from the Orient. They are glad tidings. LIFE hopes to see Mr. Cox sitting next winter for the Ninth District. His own country needs Mr. Cox much more than the Sultan does. We are prepared to welcome him back with open arms and a brass brand. 0, Ajax, the Israelites are not all thieves, although the majority Zave hooked noses. ERHAPS before this reaches the reader’s eye the Presi- dent will have signed the bill making what reparation is possible to Fitz John Porter. It has come late, but to General Porter late is vastly better than never. He has fought gallantly to have the stain wiped off from his name. LIFE is ready to wish him joy on his success. *CENE: Street in Paris. Boarding school miss and mother. Mother (reading sign in window): Entrez sans frapper. What does that mean, Ethel ? Ethel : Oh, it ’s a French idiom for “ please shut the door.” Frapper. means iced, you know. Enter uniced, or leave the cold outside, is what it means literally. THE SCHOOLGIRL’S REVEL. ET others sing of the ruby wine, Or vine-crowned Bacchus’ praise, OF the lover's kiss—they are naught to the bliss Of the jovial schoolgirl’s days. We gather around the festive board In the dead of winter's night, Ere the dismal bell, with its warning knell, Has said: “ Put out the light.” No lessons now can interfere, For the study hour is o’er ; And what care we whether three times three Makes ten or sixty-four. Then bring out thread and needles bright And the dazzling cambric piece, And bias and baste on a basque or a waist, Or ‘‘gather” the gay pelisse. And let the candy circle round, a Who cares to pay the bill ; We are lost in the dream of a chocolate cream, Or the madd’ning gum drop's thrill. We laugh and shout at the merry jest Of how Miss Jones fell down, And how Miss Bass, in the grammar class, Called an active verb a noun. We tell of the awful fun we had In the country last vacation, Of Augustus’s boat and his cousin’s coat And Maria Green’s flirtation. And so the jocund hour slips by To the shades of “auld fang syne,” And no one would think of sleeping a wink Till she heard the clock strike nine. Then hey for the merry schoolgirl’s rout By the gas jet’s dazzling light ! Dull care be gone till to-morrow morn, Our revel we hold to-night. Charles G. Buck. comicbooks.com