Life — November 18, 1886 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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> LIFE - MUSICAL. NEW quartette entitled “Waterbury Watch, Ahoy !” is very popular with vocalists. The time is said to be very peculiar. LIBERTY, AS SHE APPEARED FOR A FEW EVENINGS AFTER THE IMPOSING CEREMONIES OF INAUGURATION. THIS MAGNIFICENT DISPLAY LASTED BUT A FEW NIGHTS, HOWEVER. IF YOU LOOK OFF IN HER DIRECTION NOW FROM THE BATTERY, OR FROM ANYWHERE ELSE, YOU WILL SEE THIS. YOU WOULD NOT THINK IT WAS LIBERTY ENLIGHTENING THE | WORLD, WOULD You? BUT IT's CHEAP. WE ARE NO FOOLS, WE NEW YORKERS. NO SICKLY SENTIMENT ABOUT US, | | | he was thrown there by some inhuman angler. 307 A FEW FISH STORIES. Not from the N. ¥. Sun. : HEY tell of a singular thing that happened at Greenwood Lake the other day. The little son of Mr. Wishbone, seven years of age —the son, not the old man — had been in the habit of feeding the pickerel that abound in the lake, especially one of enormous size. One day the little fellow while engaged at this from a boat in front of his father’s residence, fell overboard, and this identical pickerel, with a memory of the past worthy of all praise, swam to the boy, took the lappel of his jacket tenderly in his mouth, and swam with him to the shore. Then seeing that the lad was un- conscious it ran up to the house and brought the family. down. It waited only long enough to see the boy resusci- tated, and then went away The father has been looking ever since for the fish, to reward it; but strange to say, the boy has forgotten its name. Another singular case is that of a lady, who, walking on the banks of the Bronx, heard plaintive cries. She looked about and saw suspended in a tree a small catfish, scarcely able to struggle, and beseeching help. The lady climbed the tree, released the trembling fish, who appeared to have been there about a week. But how he got there is unexplainable unless No sooner had the little animal touched the ground, than he knelt at the lady's feet, kissed the hem of her garments, and manifested the most extreme joy and gratitude, finally throwing himself into the water amid profuse apologies for being obliged to depart. And yet there are people who say that fish are incapable of gratitude. 2 Ashark was caught a few days since in a pond in the upper part of this state, almost four feet in length. It was dragged upon shore, and while they were weighing it the fish made a snap, and swallowed Mr. John Bumpos, the wit of the vicinity. For a moment there was consternation, but Dr. Samuel Pillule, with great foresight, suggested that the fish be cut open and the man extracted. At first this was ob- jected to as it would spoil the fish. But just then Mr. Bumpos made a joke, the fish laughed, and Mr. Bumpos came ashore. The fish weighed forty pounds and yielded one hundred and fifty barrels of oil. J. W. Watson. DISCHARGED. AGISTRATE: The young woman says that your con- tinued staring at her annoyed her excessively. PRISONER: I never intentionally annoyed a woman in my life, your honor. MAGISTRATE: Then why did you stare at her so persist- ently? PRISONER: Because she is pretty, and I could n’t help it. YOUNG WOMAN: Let him go, judge. * * * MALL-BOY (wewing a political procession): Rats! CITIZEN: My boy, that’s out of place now. SMALL-Boy: No ’tain’t. They're Democrats. Rats ! ie ‘ comicbooks.com