Life — August 19, 1886 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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- LIFE: LOVE'S LARCENY. S Cupid, on a summer's day, In idle sport was flitting From place to place, he chanced to stray Near where my love was sitting. “ Now, here’s a face,” Dan Cupid cried, “To shake my filial duty, “ For mother Venus founds her pride “On far inferior beauty ; “T’Il paint a picture, ere I go, “Of these enchanting features, “ And thus admiring Gods shall know “The loveliest of their creatures !” From out his quiver then he drew His palette and his brushes ; Then from a rose-leaf stole the hue To paint my lady’s blushes ; To catch the color of her eyes He hesitated whether To rob the violet, or the skies, Or blend their tints together. That problem solved, another vexed His mind, and set them racking His feather-brains, for sore perplexed, He found his canvas lacking. Impatient to display his art (His subject well excused it), The roguish God purloined my heart And as a canvas used it! Arthur W. Gundry, HE Detroits have made their home run from New York in fine style. Their stock of defeats is quite unique, but hardly satisfactory to Manager Watkins, who did not expect to receive such overwhelming attention from the Giants of the metropolis. The Wolverine manager attributes his defeat to “heavy batting,” a somewhat ambiguous term, which, taken in either sense, is a very safe thing to attribute one’s defeats to. The temperature also may account for the unexpected set-back received by the visitors. With the thermometer registering somewhere between eighty-seven and ninety degrees and with O’Rourke at the bat, baseball becomes a pretty hot game for those who are used to cooler climes. Taking it all in all we are not surprised that the Detroits’ hopes have been dashed during the week gone by. CORRESPONDENT writes to me: Let me give you a pointer for an impromptu method of catching trout, which has recently come to my notice. It is not only time- saving, but humane and economical. Go off into the solitude of the mountain fastnesses, where there are purling brooks which you have reason to believe abound in the speckled beauties. Carry with you an old pair of trousers, with the ends of the legs carefully tied with string, and having fastened the open end of these over the outlet of one of those deep, mysterious holes in which the trout love to bask, whip the stream, from twenty feet above down to the trousers, and if you don’t bag a mess of the prettiest fish imaginable the gentleman who first explained this method to me is unworthy of an honest man’s confi- dence. It may be well to call attention to the fact that this is a fish story. . * * * Te yacht races of the past month, together with the arguments in last year’s papers, have about convinced me that the Préscz//a is the best boat in a light wind; the Puritan is unequaled for a blow, and the Mayflower in a fog is unsurpassed. What is needed now is a combination of these three models in one vessel, which shall be able to do equally well in calm, wind or fog. This obtained, the American flag will ever remain superior to the British ensign, no matter what kind of a vessel Lieutenant Henn chooses to bring over here. I have no copyright on this idea, and all yacht builders are at liberty to use it. * * * Te proposition of a correspondent, that a three-ply cat- amaran should be made of the Purctan, Préscilla and Mayflower does not strike me as being a good one, but then I do not profess to be a competent judge of sailing vessels and their possibilities. * * * HAVE it on reliable authority that Mr. John L. Sullivan, of Boston, is in New York. If there have been any unpleasant allusions to Mr. Sullivan in this or any other of L1FE’s columns, I beg the distinguished gentleman to accept my assurance that they were nothing more than typographical errors, for which LiFe can be held in no way responsible. Humanum est errare, Mr. Sullivan, which, being from the classic shades of Boston, you will readily understand means that typographical errors will occur in the best regulated papers. * * * HE American Eagle is screaming again, because the Red, White and Blue lacrosse team has been dancing on the Green. I trust, however, that before this para- graph appears our American players will have shown their visitors that they can be courteous as well as play lacrosse, and that a return dance will have been given to the plucky Irishmen who have come so far to play ball with a crab net and get left in the bargain. Carlyle Smith. comicbooks.com