Life — December 2, 1886 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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CHRISTMAS SHOPPING. F every woman was so wise As to accept what men advise : To do their Christmas shopping now And 'void the rush, why, we’ll allow, Our stores would more than e’er be filled, And half the women would be killed. Moral, ’T is well this truth to keep your eyes on: ) WHAT'S ONE MAN’S MEATS ANOTHER’S PIZON. t | * * * MONG recent additions to the Bowery Freak Trade is a man who can prove that he once read the Edit- orial page of the Philadelphia Mews from beginning to end without falling asleep. * * * HE KNEW THE LADY. ME. PATTI-NICOLINI (¢earfully): Good-bye, Mr. Knickerbocker, farewell ! Mr. KNICKERBOCKER (with his handkerchief over his eyes) : Ting-ting, Madame, one long, last ting-ting. * * * GAIN Mr. Hayes is called upon to fill in solitude the exacting position of the ex-Presidency. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have egg-crateness thrust upon them. * * * CAUSE AND EFFECT. "HY does the youth lie all the day And groan so loud, his bed on? Because he has that sorry thing Yclept : Thanksgiving’s head on. * * * T was a Boston lady who insisted upon calling the flower of the day Chrysanthemadame. * * * RS. SPRIGGINS is justly indignant. because her hus- band recently paid six dollars a volume for the Ency- clopedia Brittanica, and there isn’t a recipe for mince pie in the whole thing. : . CCORDING to New York morning papers, Mr. Heron- Allen permits ladies and gentlemen to call upon him at ten doilars per call. As Mr. Allen dined with Mr. Beecher on Thanksgiving Day, it would be interesting to know how much the eminent | divine paid for the condescension. FINEST OF THE SEASON. “ E had some of the finest muffins this morning I ever saw,” said Foggins, who has just taken to housekeeping. “So did we,” replied Muggins, who boards. “Ours were English muffins,” said Foggins, enthusias- tically. “Ours were ragamuffins,’ sadly away and went home. * * * replied Muggins, as he turned T has been a generally-accepted. fact, that Wilkes Booth was the guilty party, but it looks now as if the Century Magazine took the Life of Lincoln. * * * HE charge that Punch is edited in the interests of a ring, seems borne out by the chestnuts in that esteemed publication. THE COVER OF THE NEW MAGAZINE. E acknowledge the receipt of advance sheets of Messrs. Scribners’ New Magazine Prospectus. It is in every respect a worthy literary effort, and containing a. fac-simile reproduction of the magazine cover, it is interesting from an artistic as well as literary point of view. Comparatively speaking, the cover is beautiful and will look well in print. It is not of so complicated a nature as the Century Puz- zle, and one can read it without having to be an expert in sur- veying — at the same time it may be looked at for several minutes before all its beauties are apparent to the eye. The exact style of architecture from which this cover is derived, is hard to place; but inasmuch as it is absolutely devoid of punc- tuation, we suppose the gentleman who conceived it had no particular period in view. The bird-tracks around the edge, artistically interspersed with asterisks, is a bold conception, which no one short of a member of the Hanging Committee of the Academy would have dared to perpetrate ; and that some individual of estab- lished reputation is responsible for the design, is to be as- sumed from the startling originality shown in the central figure, a lamp giving so bad a light that one cannot tell whether there is an open book or a French flat in the background. This, together with a delicate allusion to the month in which the magazine is published, is surrounded by a wreath of holly so true to nature, that no leaf has less than three berries, and no three berries are accompanied by more than one leaf. This is a delicately veiled assurance that the magazine will be absolutely impartial, and is expressed as none other than a true poet could have expressed it. For subtlety that cover removes the bakery. George W. Me. comicbooks.com