Life — February 3, 1887 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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SINLESS ENOUGH. HEY sat around the polished board— "Twas Sunday evening, too— And played a wicked gambling game Which some have christened Loo A pious-minded man there came, And highly shocked was he, A gambling on a Sunday night, ‘These wicked youths to see. But to his fuming one replied, “Don't try, old man, to sit on Us fellows here for playing cards, It’s Monday morn in Britain.” TERRIBLE EFFECT OF THE COAL STRIKE IN SHANTY TOWN. * * * Gah ae exchange tells how, when the news of Mr. Hiscock’s election reached the town, the mayor shouted himself hoarse. What freaks some people do make of themselves. * * * HE coal strikers hope to obtain a large enough increase in wages to cover the rise in the price of a scuttle of anthracite. These strikes are great things! * * * NLESS the weather moderates, the Chamber of Commerce will have a brass derby cast for the Dodge statue. * * * HE silver men think that most men’s appieciation of dollars evens up the depreciation of the dollar ‘tself. RS. JAMES GOWN TROTTER is not only an accomplished amateur actress, but she is a superb amateur pastry maker. Her celebrated Recamier Cream Puff is still the talk of society. * * * F one should judge from the name, John L. Sullivan, and not Sir Arthur, ought to be responsible for Ruddygore. * * * HEN Mr. Evarts does open his mouth, the Atlantic cable won't hold the sentence. * * * LITTLE colored boy in the Senate gallery last week yelled out, “Hey, Boodle!” and nineteen senators, irrespective of party, jumped to their feet and resented what they called a personal insult. * * * HE English people are going to have a Jubilee this year, because Queen Victoria has occupied a front seat in the kingdom for fifty years. This is a very long time, and it reflects considerable credit on the lady that she has behaved herself to the entire satisfaction of her people for so extended a period. If William IV. had been more of a gentleman, and had given up his seat to the lady when she first stepped aboard the Royal car, the Jubilee would have been more of a success, inasmuch as it would probably have included those two busy B's, Messrs. Brown and Beaconsfield, in the programme, both of whom would have added an é/a¢ to the affair, which it now lacks. As an appendage to a jubilee, Mr. Salisbury is about as useful as a tin-horn at a funeral, and the Poet-Laureate is in such a frame of mind that his jubilate will probably transpire to be a dirge of the deepest dye. The effect of this celebration on the nation will, however, be good, and the settlement of the course for the Jubilee Yacht Race, including a sail around Ireland, will be regarded by the thinking people of that benighted land as a most gracious attention on the part of Her Majesty. The Prince of Wales is getting a smile of joy in training for the great day, so as to convince the loyal subjects that he hopes his dear mother will hang on for fifty years more, while Her Majesty herself is cultivating condescension by graciously accepting such little presents as her subjects are disposed to shower upon her. Altogether this jubilee is a good thing to have, and none will join more heartily in this general rejoicing than the native- born American citizen, when he sends a boat across the seas, and brings the English ¥achtsman face to face with the stern reality of our American racing craft. Geo. W. Me. comicbooks.com