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

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“While there's Life there's Hope. VOL. X. AUGUST 4, 1887. 28 West Twenty-rTHirD Streer, New York. No. 240. Published every Thursday, $5.00 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., 1V., V., VI, VII. and VIIL. at regular rates. Rejected contributions will be destroyed unless accompanied by a stamped and directed envelope. EAT isn't the topic that the busy mind cf man turns to in these last days so much as humidity. An experi- ence of atmosphere that you could almost bail out with a dipper has taught New Yorkers that while heat that is nearly hot is bad, heat that is wet is emphatically worse. The peculiarly exasperating quality of the wet heat is that man- kind in its sufferings gets no adequate sympathy from the The men may be running away in streams thermometers. of perspiration and profanity, and the thermometer keeps at a comfortable figure and never turns a hair or says a bad word. * . * ] OT even to the best and greatest does any one apolo- gize any more for talking baseball. The propinquity of the half-dozen upper clubs of the League to the pennant end of the list keeps the interest of the fanatics at boiling-point. ‘Their zeal spreads through the community and anxious thou- sands wait to know whether President Day will be able to buy left-handed Morris from the Pittsburg dealer or not. It is understood that there will be an auction in this city early in October, when the various club managers will dispose of such players as they do not care to carry through the winter. . * . UR baseball enthusiasts will do well to make their hay while the sun is shining for them. Very soon the minds of sportsmen will run on another topic. The Thistle is on her way across the Atlantic ; the loluntecr has shown her speed and is practising her paces off the shore of New England. It is to be a great race, it seems, between these two. The stories about the I‘o/wteer and her marvelous per- formances stimulate America’s pride in the ingenious Bur- gess, and make every one curious as to what the capabilities of the new yacht really are. Is this the limit of Mr. Burgess’ s powers, or can he go on and build each year a boat a little faster than her predecessor? He reminds us of those poets who, by adding a few indispensable verses every year to what they have done before, make the previous editions of their works incomplete, and drive their admirers to an annual purchase. OF FURMRNG, oxtwst wr ob meter; HE President has gained in the respect of the people by his behavior in the St. Louis matter. His attitude in declining to risk being insulted was generally approved, and his acceptance of the new invitation brought him by the mayor and citizens of St. Louis seems equally judicious. Every day makes it more probable that Mr. Cleveland will be his own successor. ORE than a week ago, the death of Henry M. Stanley was rumored back and forth under the oceans that separate three continents. No one has much idea that Stanley is other than the livest of mankind, but he is still in the wilds, beyond even the district telegraph service, and cannot assert himself. When he comes home, he will doubt- less make it hot for some of the people who have been say- ing things about him, and in particular for the Chicago Afaz/, which took advantage of the announcement of his death to publish a likeness of explorer Gilder (whose goal is the North Pele) with “Henry M. Stanley” under it. It is very wrong of the .1/a// to mix its explorers up in this reckless manner, When Stanley comes home, how glad Frank Hatton will be that he sold the 1Za// before this happened ! HERE is a rumor that some unscrupulous persons who live in the West have been and cheated Mr. Jay Gould. Now, this is dreadful! Those miscreants will, doubtless, soon perish, a prey to their consciences, If they will have the kindness to come East and die in New York, we could almost promise that the Afa:/ and Express will raise more money in half a day to build them a monument than the Star could raise for General Grant in six years. * . . IS name was McGarigle. He was a boodle Alderman of Chicago, and after being caught, tried, convicted and sentenced he ran away, thereby showing how destitute of principle he was. He has eluded the grasp of justice, but America’s poets can punish him, if they will. Step up, poets, and sock it to him, And his name, remember, is McGarigle. Let no guilty man escape. Sting him with rhymes on his infamous name. . . . F you can't go to the seashore, stay intown and sue Judge Hilton. There may not be much profit, in it, but it’s fun, and what's more, it’s the fashion. . . . \ HEN we consider how limited is Queen Victoria's power, we get some idea of the smallness of the widow's might. comicbooks.com