Life — October 13, 1887 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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A REFUTATION. HE beech is dipped in wine,” Said a poet of repute, When writing of the autumn brisk, A charge which we refute ; For if the beach were dipped in wine We're sure the Jersey coast Would not to-day deserted be By all except the host, . . . AY GOULD isn’t a bit afraid: of edged tools—indeed, he J affects them gilt-edged. . . . HE newspapers have had another attack of the ex-Rev. Stephen H. Tyng. “ Tyng-Tyng,” as the bell said. . . . HE Republican organs claim that the recent Convention was unusually level-headed. Perhaps this accounts for the unusual flatness of the ticket. ILLUSTRATED CRIME. KUD-NAPPING. . . . ILL the Ball Players strike? asks a contemporary. Well, the New York members of the Brotherhood will—strike out! . . . “ GPARE the rod and spoil the child” is a time-honored proverb; but when we go rodding, we must remem- ber that forty rods make one rood, and a rude child is an abomination, . . . R. LEW. VANDERPOOLE'S Sand bank seems to have suspended payment. Cartan BARR is a very religious Scotchman, He commands the 7/zstle because he doesn’t wish to serve two masters. . . . A CASHIER who has just returned from Canada vows that the next time he removes trust funds he will stay at home and take his chances for Sing Sing. . . . PEAKING entirely a prfor?, we think the most humil- iating end that can befall a man is to be gored to death by a cow without horns. . . . WE wish the World would send a diver down under- neath the billowy foundations of the Western Union Telegraph Company and give us a few figures as to the dimensions of its real profits, . . . E saw a note in a Western paper the other day referring to our Governor as * D. B. Hill (Dem.).” Whether this is an abbreviation for democrat or dema- gogue, it makes very little difference. . . . HOMAS EAKINS, an Art Note avers, is to paint Walt Whitman. It is to be hoped that he will keep to the old colors, as we like to think of the author of “ Leaves of Grass” as the good grey poet. . . * HE Duke of Snarlborough was presented to Mr. Sullivan, of Boston, last week, and is said to have remarked that Sullivan struck him as a genial fellow. It is to be hoped that the Duke will not be struck by Sullivan when he is not quite so genial. The British aris- tocracy would lose a shining light. . * . NOTHER one of the idols of our youth is shattered. A correspondent of the New York World, who break- fasted with the Queen, gives the following menz of the break- fast served: Scotch porridge, cold rump-steak pie, hot rump steak, cold gammon of bacon, boiled eggs, Scotch scones, brown bread, butter, honey, tea, coffee, and a kind of cocoa specially prepared for the Queen. We had always supposed that so exalted a personage as the Queen of England would begin the day with a repast more betitting her regal station, comprising, for instance, omelette souffit, biscuit glacé, candied fruits of all sorts, sugared rose-leaves, champagne, custard pie and chocolate éclaires. The idea of a Queen sitting down to gammon of bacon and boiled eggs! We might tolerate such a thing in a Cincinnati matron, but in the Empress of India—oh, it is too bad! comicbooks.com