Life — June 2, 1887 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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A POSER. D™* Sphinx, please solve this rebus That puzzles all from Luna bright to Phoebus : Dost think that he who some few weeks agone Heaped upon Athens contumely and scorn And now is at her feet with sorrow sadly riven Will find her great-soled enough to tell him he’s forgiven? Or will she ever more her thumbs serenely twiddle . At every mention of his name—canst solve the Riddle? Come, dearest Sphinx, Tell us what you thinks. THE REPLY. Dear Lire: Perhaps this man who has been tossed on The blanket of the critics down in Boston May find forgiveness for his later acts ; But if I have the facts It will require something more exacting ‘Than repentance for these frowning Devotees of Browning To forgive his ar/-y acting. This is truly what I think, Yours ever, Sphink. * * * DUE TO NIHILISM. EPORTER (to Officer of CELTIC): How do you ac- count for the collision ? OFFICE Britannic? What did he say ? : Nothing. : Well, that’s what I say. * * * HE fact that the celebrated explorer's father was a Glazier may account for the facility with which many people see through Captain Willard G. * * * T is rather hard on the pious man who attends church, to find it against the law to thirst after his righteousness on Sunday. * * * «¢ J LOVE everything that’s old,” sang Goldsmith. , How Oliver would have gloated over the jokes in Harper's Drawer ! * * * HE Grecian ladies, according to Homer, counted their age from their marriage, not from their birth. They began when they were won, as it were. * * * T pays to be honest in the long run, but in the short run there isn’t much money in it. Have you asked my brother officer of the | HE professional poet finds inspiration in Spring; per- spiration in Summer ; suspiration in Fall, and despera- tion in Winter, which makes it strange that the professional poet should be so invariably irrational. * * * UFFALO BILL is on chummy terms with the Prince of Wales. He calls him Unicorn Bertie and has taught him to ride a bucking cow. * * * F the ticket-sellers on the L roads were as quick in their movements as the gatemen, fewer travelers would be left at stations. * * * HE wages of sin is death, and we never hear of a strike to have them raised either. x» * OE of the most distinguished members of Harper's Southern Literary Movement has written a poem in which “corn” rhymes with “gone,” and the Star objects. We see no good reason why our contemporary should object. No one short of a genius could make such a rhyme. What we find to quarrel with is the non-sequitousness of “corn” and “gone.” We have never yet met that kind of a corn, and we think Miss Rives can find enough realities with a semblance of impossibility to write about without going into this Riderhaggardish business of pure invention. EVICTED. GOVERNOR HILL IS EVIDENTLY AWARE THAT THE SPARROW CONTROLS NO VOTES. comicbooks.com