Life — November 3, 1887 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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NOVEMBER'S COME. OW the upper ten do cease thro’ the mountains bleak to rove, And the legions from old Europe into sight do daily hove, And the country maids who all the summer long have vainly strove ‘To land an ancient millionaire with all his treasure trove, Return unto \seir homesteads in the village and the grove, For the calendar :cliable doth state that it is Nove. ‘The boy that's small, the college youth, their latin books above, The litle girls and middle aged who meditate on love, The bull, the bear, who up and down the stocks do strive to shove, The milliner who makes the hat from out the festive dove, And he who finds a fortune in the canton-flannel glove, Do loud rejoice, And lift the voice In hyinns of praise to Nov. Indeed our blessings are very various In the reign of old King Saggitarius. ° ° . HE London Standard, apropos of Mr. Childs’ gift to Stratford-on-Avon, goes so far as to assert editorially that America has never produced a writer equal to Shake- speare. Here is an opportunity for Count Tolstoi to say something pleasant about Mr. Howells. TAKER SEVEN UP. A G\Me THAT WILL BE PLAaveD IN CHICAGO NEXT MONTH, . . . ACOB SHARP may have been a foolish old man, but he J never paid $385 for a private box for the opening per- formance of an aspiring young amateur. Mr, Pulitzer is requested to paste this in his hat. . ° . HE World of Sunday has the following: ‘ Mrs. Van Blank, No. — Fifth Avenue, gave a dinner to her daughter at her residence on Friday.” It is pleasant to observe that ability to live on Fifth Avenue does not interfere with the maternal instinct. At the same time it is a curious commentary on American life that the giving of a dinner to a daughter by a mother is of such im- portance that it is mentioned in the newspapers. E are not bloodthirsty, as a rule, but we think it only just if the heathen retaliate on the missionaries by boiling them, The missionaries, by a vote of the home board, go to the savages with the avowed intention of initiating them into the mysteries of Sheol, and if the savages hoist them with their own petard, who is to blame? {RANK A. MU in a Great City.” Mr. Munsey must have tried to cross Broadway after a February thaw. EY has written a book called “ Afloat * . . "T°HE Commercial Advertiser announces that hereafter it is to be the best evening paper in the city. This is a very radical change for so conservative a journal, although we must admit that the Commercial has always been the most motherly, lady-like paper in New York. * . . HE Canadians should put a custom duty on American Aldermen. They certainly come under the head of salable commodities. . EORGE FRANCIS TRAIN: Return at once and all will be forgiven. The sparrows and children are broken-hearted at your desertion. You are off the track, George! Switch back to your loving Madison Square. . . . NEWSPAPER without principle is apt to be a failure. So when the 7¢mes states editorially that Mr. Low is unfit for the Controllership, and accepts pay for saying in its advertising columns that he is the right man for the place» we begin to wonder whether the 7imes is fit to influence public opinion. . . . I" is dollars against a Nicoll, but De Lancey is all right. The Su and Star hail Fellows well met, but Nicoll will get there just the same. HE World's book-critic says that Mr. Howells is the Mrs, James Brown Potter of literature. This may be taken in two ways. If the Wor/d means that in the matter of personal beauty Mr. Howells is the Mrs. J. B. P. of literature, we think the World is unnecessarily severe on Mrs. Potter. On the other hand, if the intention is to make Mr. Howells appear as an amateurish elevator of literature, we think the great realist has good ground for complaint against Mr. Pulitzer. We would like to hear from the World as to whether it considers Ignatius Donnelly or Henry George the Francis Wilson of letters, with a clue as to whether Tolstof could be accused of Mrs. Langtryism. comicbooks.com