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ate there's Hope.” “While there's SEPTEMBER 1, 1887. 28 West Twenty-riirp Street, New York. No. 244. 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. 1., $1.50 per number; Vol. II., 25 cents per number; Vols, III., IV., V., VI., VIL. and VILL, at regular rates. Rejected contributions wili be destroyed unless accompanied by a stamped and directed envelope. . UR old friend Henry George went up to Syracuse some ten days ago, and embarked again upon the ‘stormy sea of politics. It was city politics last time; now he tempts the waters of the State. If Mr. George is successful in his aspirations this fall, he will be chosen Secretary of State. But his prospects are gloomy, for since he has broken with the Socialists he has two great classes of the commuuity to fight, the class that owns the land, and the class that doesn’t. The possibility that Mr. George will get a tithe of the vote that he had when he ran for mayor, is not disturbing anyone's rest. But to have a convention and down adver- aries is a pretty advertisement for his newspaper, and doubtless Mr. George appreciates that there is a possibility that Mr. George's gradual achievements in the direction of financial success may lead him to appreciate the existing regulations for the protection of property. He begins to present the sad spectacle of a man who uses one foot to kick the other out from under him. I 1 was a mean trick that Lip: the London murderer, played on Editor Stead. After Stead had broken his word, and committed his journal to demonstrate Lipski’s innocence, the unscrupulous convict meanly confessed his guilt, and went off and hanged as he deserved. The man was a double criminal, for he not only killed a woman, but slaughtered Stead’s contidence in human nature, which was badly maimed about two years ago. It is likely, too, that he has struck a hard blow to human nature's confidence in Stead, which has also been halting for some time past. I IFE notes with pleasure that a list of the 100 best Amer- — ican newspapers, submitted by the New York Sux, in- cludes our neighbors the HWor/d and the Times. Mr. Jones may be venal and Mr. Pulitzer vulgar, in the Sun's estimation, but newspapers are newspapers, and it can recognize the standing of the 7ymes and the HWor/d in spite of their pro- prietors. But what of the Star? Are there a hundred better newspapers in the country than your Sfar, Mr. Dorsheimer? HE anuual threat of a new-fashioned dress-coat for men is abroad. The garment with which we are threatened this year is a bob-tailed, black smoking-jacket, which might do for a boy of twelve to wear to dancing school. It is evidence of the strength of the masculine mind that neither dudes nor tailors can drive the clawhammer coat to the wall. It is a convenient garment, and most adult men in easy circumstances own one. No man of sense wants anything materially different. . . . LLA WHEELER WILCOX writes to a newspaper from Shelter Island to say that she thinks the American fashion of bathing is improper. Considering the scarcity of raiment on both men and women it seems to her that they confabulate more than accords with strict decorum. This is the same Ella Wheeler that came out of the wild west famous as the authoress of “Poems of Passion.” LIFE is pretty sure she is not a prude, and if she thinks the bathing at Shelter Island is not nice, we are disposed to agree with her. till if Mrs. Wilcox cares for British precedents there is something to be said. The high English go lightly clad when there is less excuse than bathing offers; as witness, a late number of the London Court Journal, which says: ‘The attendance of the fair sex on Frida impossible to do Goodwood in a mackintosh an garments that the weather made possible. was scarce, it being rather umbrella, which were the oaly Ane by the way, mark the freedom with which the women of our time write to the newspapers. Mrs. Wilcox does, of course. She is a literary person. But the women of fashion and of society and the great world do the same thing, and sell their views and their gossip, signed with their names, to any respectable journal that wants them. It is quite the fashion to abuse newspapers for invading the sanctity of the home; but it works the other way, too, and people who believe in the retirement of their homes are get- ting very {ree in their invasion of the newspapers. Te squad of judges of the General Term who include Ithaca in their diocese have given a decision in the suit of Professor Fiske to break his wife's will. The decision is in the Professor's favor, which will be a disappointment to many people who believe that Mr. Fiske, if reduced to a condition necessitating labor, would make the most suc- cessful book-agent in the world. . . . HERE is a man in Buffalo who has a horse named “Mugwump.” He says he gave him that name because he interferes. But Higgi still there! comicbooks.com