Life — April 7, 1887 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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“While there's Life there's Hope.” VOL. IX, 1155 Broapway, NEw YorK. Published every Thursday, $5 a year in advance, postage free. Single copies, 10 cents. Back numbers can be had by applying to this office. Vol. I., $1.50 per number ; Vol. II., 25 cents per number; Vols, III., IV., V., VI., VII. and VIII. at regular rates. Rejected contributions will be destroyed unless accompanied, by a stamped and directed envelope. EGINNING with the current issue, the publication day of LiFe will be Tuesday instead of Monday. . . . HE world is materially duller for the loss of Mr. Travers. He has long been an eminent example of how a man may be a boon to his fellows and a solace to mankind, by having just as much fun as possible under all circumstances. It is believed that he had a very good time himself, and cer- tainly he did his share to make it cheerful for the rest of us. He will be sincerely mourned by a great many people who knew him, and regretted besides by a vast number who never had the advantage of his society. . . . N view of Mr. Travers’ continuous interest in all that per- tained to athletic sports, it is safe to say that he would have rejoiced in the latest educational departure at Harvard. The Cambridge Summer School of Athletics is to be con- ducted this summer by Dr. Sargent, in the Heminway Gymnasium, and is intended to fit young people of both sexes (we believe) to spread the science of physical culture abroad in the land. It is a good thing. The muscles are worth developing; chests should be deeper, and shoulders set farther back; and any movement that tends toward the development of the lungs, and the subjugation of the liver, ticular Dr. Sargent’s school deserves to be fostered as a possible antidote for the Summer School of Philosophy at Concord. Concord and Cambridge are not far apart, and it may be possible for ambitious persons to be pupils in both schools coincidently, and temper their abnormal intellec- tuality by reasonable cultivation of their physiques. IFE entirely agrees with the esteemed Indianapolis Journal, that the President might do worse than to take a course this summer in Dr. Sargent's school, though better still for him, perhaps, would be to hire some professor of self-defence to knock him about daily at the White House until his vacation sets in, and then, under capable direction, try mountain climbing. The Afatl and Express says that is a panacea, but should not be attempted by an amateur except under supervision of a competent physician. For such super- visor and accomplice we cheerfully suggest Dr. Ward, of Albany, the companion of Mr. Cleveland's fishing expeditions, No doubt the ascent of such hills as are to be found in the Adirondacks or the neighboring White Mountains would do them both good, and soothe those prophets of evil who declare that the Pesident will di¢ of sitting in a chair, . . . HE Coronet got there considerably ahead, and LIFE is glad of it. Not that we should have been any less pleased if the Dauntless trad won, but it is scriptural to rejoice with those who rejoice—a wise provision which minimizes the possibility of losing any chance to “holler.” The particular thing to be glad of is that both yachts got comfortably across in spite of the boisterous weather, and that no one was hurt. Wine with you, Mr. Bush! Here's to you, Captain Crosby! . . . N EVER mind, Captain Samuels. You got your book out in good time, and it’s a first-rate book. . . . VERY prevalent complaint which threatens to become epidemic, concerns the propensity of rich men’s sons to get themselves into very serious trouble. It is easy to imagine how it may be a matter of anxious consideration for the big and recent rich, whether it is advisable for them to try to raise their male issue or not. When a boy who has the command of money has a bad face, he is apt to drop farther, and with a much more hopeless thud than the decadent progeny of the comparatively worthy poor. It is a solemn undertaking for a rich man to raise boys. . . . LL the more credit to the late Mr. Vanderbilt, who seems to have had very fair success with his. Thank you, Mr. Cornelius, for the “ Horse Fair." We are your humble | : : . | servants, sir; more power to your pocket ! increases human happiness and benefits the race. In par- | . Ase speaking of sons, everyone knows what trials good Queen Vic. had with Wales. It appears now that his royal highness bids fair to learn to sympathize with his mother. There is a prince-kin who will be king of England some day, if nothing prevents, of whom various tales come scurrying across the water. This poor young creature has the mis- fortune to be as susceptible as other lads of his age, and is as ready any day to fall in love as to eat his dinner. It de- volves upon his father to keep him straight-laced and strait- jacketed until the proper princess appears, and considering the heir presumptive’s antecedents we do not envy the heir- apparent his job. comicbooks.com